Like two lost kids.

A rock jam that has a pretty clear concept. It's about how decades of the daily grind can put you in your grave before you realize you had a life.

1066 England. As a pagan, Ragnhildr Grythsdottir was always an outcast. After Hastings, she becomes a reluctant hero who, despite her appearance, wins the loyalty of the East Anglians, the love of a handsome warrior and learns what it means to have power.

They change color to protect themselves from predators. I'm not much different.

They are dysfunctional and illogical and imperfect and he doesn’t even really like her, anyway. But it’s 2am, and she’s throwing pebbles at his window, praying he’ll come watch the shooting-stars-slash-UFOs with her. ONESHOT.

I feel disgusting.

Lip-biters are make-believe perfectionists turning a blind eye to a city crumbling.

i just made you up to hurt myself, and it worked. odd.

The musings of one who lives to create.

Teagan Calder doesn't believe in soulmates. They're just a myth propagated by the Council, another way to pretend humans aren't inferior. And if hers finds out what she is, it's more than just a headache -- it's a death sentence. DISCONTINUED.

Because, no matter what, it seems that we all have roles to play.

A random scene I wrote for a friend. Drabble from a larger story I'm working on. Cute Fluff basically. Let me know what you think. These characters are untested by the public :

..To show appreciation for our beloved co-workers.

the main problem with character build up these days is that we're looking far too hard to the perfect imperfections. i swear i write better than i create summaries. would love it if you read and reviewed!

Do they not have pen or paper where you are? Because I haven't heard from you in ages I relive each memory from time to time Read notes exchanged With all those scented pages It's coming back, it's all coming back to me now. DRABBLE CHALLENGE

Poems of the seven deadly sins.

silence is the answer to the question you're glad you didnt ask. no, this summary does NOT make sense. please read and review anyway

on avoiding painful truths

I enjoy watching you squirm. Makes me feel like I’ve got some God like power. . . TRUE LIFE I AM NOT A POET

first is the worst, second is the best, third is the one with the treasure chest. . .

Oh, Molly was such a beautiful little girl, Caught up in such a big scary world.. And they'll say "skinny" to her face And "emaciated" behind her back.. She just wanted to be thin. - Molly has bulimia. This is her song.

Some were broken, some were whole. Some were flawed, some were perfect. Either way, they all had demons, and they all worked through them...somehow. [Drabble Collection Rated for Mature Themes]

bulimia, coke addiction, sex with strangers she's done it all

anybody who knows me knows i suck at summaries...well, its about this girl who finds herself within herself. or some deep jazz like that

forget romeo & juliet, let's be bonnie & clyde.

the poetgirls are striking back, scarred limbs and messy hair have never been so beautiful.

...watched their greedy ears devour up our secrets

Artemis Goddess of the Moon, Women, the Hunt... What's not to love?

The meaning of love, according to each of Henry VIII's six wives. A collection of six drabbles. COMPLETE Please read and review!

I thought of this while listening to emo music quietly, while really observing & listening to the conversations of the emo girls by my locker.

emo/love blaring kissmeonelasttime

//playing dress-up with the clothes she knows wont fit//

/taking in suggestions for coping mechanisms and getting lost in cornfields.../ I'm not so sure about this one. I think all my thoughts and emotions sort of exploded.

you ought to know your idols.

A story in semi -ish- poetry form. Might not make any sense... idk. An anti-existing little girl.

nothing's really changed- except something in my head. but since when does that count?

Really too personal... but thats okay.

'Im a neverland princess with a lust for girls and pretty glitter scars...'

just a look at a girl in eating disorder treatment

that was the story of my life

through our own eyes

A Celtic mythological poem based on the bard Taliesin, whose name means "clear brow" and who is sometimes thought to be Merlin's teacher or forerunner.

Written for my best friend in high school, something short, telling him how I felt and why we couldn't be more...