Chuck Bass is the name of my fish. It was a gift and no, I didn't name him.

We don't match.

An accident waiting to happen.

Never been sure about the Zodiac, or you.

Is some food worth dying for?

if your not really here then the dark doesn't really matter.

UPDATED! Confrontations between insecure Constance and secretive Wolf, between cranky Luka and worried Shoe, between manic Natalie and ticked-off Shoe. A glance into Shoe's past explains some of her present. What's to happen next?

She was a doll. He was a demon. She let him in.

This is what happens when you're in love with a train wreck, and only lie to say you've fallen out.

Waiting for a train and waiting for reality to catch up with dreams.

I died in that room with both blood and a smile on my lips. It was worth it. It was all worth it. The black rose was so, so beautiful. Companion piece to Pain Without Love.

A poem I wrote a month ago while heavily dissociated. Somehow manages to paint an image and flow pretty darn well. Give it a go if ur feelin ridiculous o.O

bugs in my bones, sinking slow.

ON HIATUS WILL BE COMPLETED. David Weston: the arrogant playboy. Samantha Spade: the quiet, sarcastic one. They get along like fire and ice. But the person Sam detests most is the best man to show her what it feels like to love and be loved

Written for a week-long university assignment. The prompt was to write a story about an ultimately unsuccessful search. An old man wakes to find the sheets cold beside him.

In desperation I have dipped my hands into the past.

He wouldn't be alone.

I’m not sure if you figured it out by then that I was falling in love with you hard Adam, though some part of me didn’t really care if you hadn’t felt the same." something I started, not finished, wanted opinions before I wrote more stories than poetry

I'd love to say that everyone in this work is entirely fictional, and any resemblance to anyone real is purely coincidental, but I think we all know I don't work like that. I think this whole thing came out truer to me than I ever really intended it to be

No it’s just me I say spinning my finger beside my temple

What the title says. I get pretty philosophical late at night, and therefore...I think about God.

This was supposed to be something about me. But this other girl came out. I don't know who she is, but she's in love with the wrong person. This is her story.

She has a lot to do today.

When I say I've never loved...

You face me but avert your eyes. The line is drawn.

Some leaf, some tree

Because after the millionth time something is overanalyzed or misinterpreted, it gets a tad annoying.

yet not actually an island...hmmm

Alex Smith has a problem. With the universe. Every time he is reborn, he retains memories of his past lives. He kills himself so often that life means nothing to him... until he's interrupted in the act of suicide by a conman who takes his life hostage.

The most uplifting poem about a homeless man struck by a car and crawled into an alley to die you will ever read.

won't you please come over here, and peel these right off of me? please review.

Sarah loves popcorn. Daniel loves watching Sarah eat popcorn. Simple fluff.

repentance for being human

Rhys wakes up to an odd morning filled with undead and the question of his girlfriend's safety during the outbreak. Zombie One-shot.

This poem is for music lovers everywhere, particularly those of piano. I find myself lost in the notes and the vibrations while standing with my arm resting on a grand piano as it plays. Join me, through poetry.

The stars really were remarkably bright tonight...

I slipped. It's a metaphor

Winter has a tune of its own, if you listen enough

Please don't turn away from me, I need somebody to hold on to.

I wanted you to feel the inside of my kiss and tell me it was perfect.

She'll kiss you in that makebelieve way you can't help but fall down down down.

we wish to be one, [except for them]

A self proclaimed female player, a religious artist and a hippie. How can these three young women become best friends? With the help of a little thing called hiccups, anything is possible!

A ritual cleansing.

Here we go again...

Inspired by Taking Back Sunday's song, Cute Without the E Cut from the Team

don't worry, no one will know it's about you.

I want you to close your eyes hold your breath and count backwards from one hundred

Once a small assignment for my 9th grade Lit class. I thought I should share it.

A true story.

A dying woman and her love. Please R/R

Flashfiction. I never knew a wraith to look so pretty. She'd been dead for years. But her corpse was only two days old.

Inspired by the movie of the same name.

A poem that wrote me. Symbolism that wrote itself.