The seemingly unrequited crush on your best friend, the perfect romantic cliche, and you know those always work out. However, when an evil older brother, mind games, and dirty little secrets are thrown into the mix, maybe this cliche isn't that perfect...

Sequal to QoaQR: Nobody said love was easy...then again no one mentioned the mind games, precocious kids, homicidal inventions, therapy, or as much stalking as is going on. I feel woefully misinformed...

Rosaline thought she knew him and what she knew, she hated. But Javier isn't the kind of guy you get to know easily nor is he the kind of guy who is what he seems. He needs her more than she or even he understands. If only she would realize...

My college roommate is dating a guy that seems to get a great deal of pleasure out of making my life hell – bad enough, right? Okay, now add to the fact that my family thinks I'm dating him and he's going along with it and you've got pure chaos.

the new sound of beauty and acceptance

No comment. No, nothing.

For a friend. I hope you're feeling better.

o3; july is not anything like freedom.

The azure smelled like green .

i've never quite said it like this before. series

sarcasm being depicted seriously.

You weren’t that unforgettable, you know.

random pieces fit together like a makeshift puzzle. mismatched, but ever so unique.

You act like it’s so worthwhile. [deals with cutting]

but when i smiled it hurt and when i laughed i cried

The clock mimics cold sweat falling, ticktocktick. [poem]

A supposed love. Small collection of poems about him.

wishing you could vomit yourself, vomit all their lies

Who are you today?

all in a sigh

Unending grey skies and rain that never falls. I feel so plain.

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She'd always loved you bitterly and she chokes your tongue dry. [tanka]

[reverse haiku] It's not exactly a dream to me...[not even to her]...own eyes.

Your druglaced coffee must taste bitter. [haiku]

you'd never recognize her as the little doll you left behind

Now that I have known and lost the beauty of an idealistic love, how can I ever be practical anymore? ...You get a thousand points if you can tell me which TV show this is based on!

constrained symbolisms...

Sometimes life requires a button that says Restart. [my thoughts on suicide] See SuicidaL for a related topic.

I don't need pity, I need a Knife. [a poem based on my thoughts about suicide] See New Moon for a related topic.

A short poem formed of three traditional style haiku.

from playing with barbie dolls to lying with the pros and finally moving on to penning your suicide note in red ink

I would just like to dissect that sickening ulterior motives of her china shell...

He loves the sound of innocence snapping underneath him.

Random, spur of the moment poem. I don't think i've quite got it right yet so I would really appreciate some constructive criticism. Thanks.

....[A cinquain from me, as promised][Reviews are appreciated and returned]

The stoplight is making the shiny streets look like a sea of blood and I can see his face in the reflection.

Behind each door in the shadow...

You see right through me you see only her and not me. And I know you aren't sorry at all.[H]

[the lock and key that closed the door] first personal poem in awhile. I guess even my superiority needs to fade into emotion.

My favorite line from a semihorror story I've been writing, with a few minor changes so it fits the form of a Haiku.

How ironic that she only found compassion in her death. [haiku]

Through indecision blooms the feelings of anxiety and pessimism. School Project. R&R and I'll return the favor.

I paint my face on in my mirror each morning. [haiku]

I love theater.

Wishes are childish.

my definition

A poem on abortion. Read and review.

Who would weep at summer's grave? [haiku]

Inspired by Walt Whitman's poem A Noiseless Patient Spider. Please check it out, if you have the time. It's an amazing piece. This poem has been published. Yay!

What if we lived in a world where everyone lived in cages?

Please read this and review. I promise to review you back if you read this. Title is decieving.

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Dear chaser of dreams...

Jumbled letters flow from illiterate fingers mind on anywhere but where they are minded. [why can a blank page mean next to anything?]

Am I dying or has philosophic words choked my breath away?

My second grade art has turned into an obsession...

Petra witnessed a murder of crows when she was young. Now, after years of watching and waiting, there has been another. With the help of a boy named Rowan she will have to catch the murderer. But how do you solve a murder when the witnesses can't speak?

Based on a fable a math teacher told me years ago. The fox, as usual, goes about causing trouble.

sometimes confusion is a girl's only friend.

[amazing poem by my mother.]

[poem collection] Stolen glances, messed up chances ... [VII: When red roses symbolise love, why must red roses always die?]

..of me

A solitary someone feels the need to get air. Insanity ensues.

The tricycle sat rusting.

I saw three little boys playing with a soccer ball on the empty tennis courts yesterday.

Three years, I pretended I was someone else in order to make a person in my class happy. This is a biographylike poem about how I feel years afterwards. Please R&R!

observations on a monday morning.

Drink, drink, drink. Do you feel any better?

She's a hopeless romantic that is terrified of falling in love. Quirky? You have no idea... He's misunderstood purposely so and has a past. A dark one. So...what happens when their small town matchmaker decides they're destined for each other?

He’s perceived as a spoiled rich kid that always gets what he wants. She’s seen as a cynical loner with an anger issue. But neither are truly what they seem what happens when they begin to notice this? What happens when he “buys” her for a week?

The dual aspects of night are explored: sorrow and tranquility.