The ramblings of a romantic pessimist.

We changed the room, after she went back to college. It seemed the sensible thing to do. We wanted, and needed, the space, we all agreed, though she wasn’t here to be counted. No need to include the absent.

perfectly.

Everyone has those moments when you where the wrong shoes to the wrong event.

No this is not based on real experience but can you imagine if it was. I consider this a nice humorous type of love poem. Reviews are returned, please and thank you.

Just follow these three steps and find yourself being hated in no time!

To my Internal Editor

A collection of six words long stories.

even my dreams

Don't tell me you've learned because you're still making the same mistakes. The poem's not quite angst, but there isn't a more fitting descriptor.

A growing collection of skits written in part with other classmates for my Latin studies class. All skits are written in English except where noted.

a melody

Ever felt weak for crying in front of someone? I have, but it's not weakness it just proves you're human

Craig keeps having dreams about his death. They depict his death coming soon, but Craig can't figure out how soon. He becomes extemely paranoid, leading up to a suspenseful climax.

Who am I?

So yea, this shows how much someone can mean to another

you were mine.

Over the past two weeks, I've seen two people who used to be in my therapy group. One looks much better, the other not so much. Seeing them really affected me.

I was sort of messing around with rhythm and rhyme, and I came up with this. It's fairly angry, so you have to read it FAST. Feedback welcome! I'd like to know if this sort of style works.

the battle of good versus evil is going on not just all around us, but inside us, as well

my whole life, i've been telling myself that i'm worthless.

A short poem

She contemplated what she was going to have for lunch as he tumbled off the face of the mountain. Written with Bolshevik Muppet

Angels do exist.

A parody of the poem of the same name by William Carlos Williams.

Controlled by something within me, though I've been told it's outside of me. It's a part of me, and yet it isn't. How am I to deal with this surreal provocation?

different things that irritate me

When an author becomes infatuated with his character.

A poem written for a friend who has lapsed into immaturity. A melody of sadness and harmony lost. I have a surprise for you all today, and that's me uploading an unheard of 3 poems at once. Happy Easter and hope you enjoy them!

That last moment as night becomes day...

Just a short little cinquain I wrote a while back... I just rediscovered it today and decided to put it up. Reviews are returned!

A piece of me broke last night.

The jovial guide to the dead. A dedication poem.

With six point six billion people on the planet, how is one expected to fall in love? It's not logical, it doesn't fit with the statistics. It doesn't make sense. It just happens. Short and sweet. Oneshot. ON HOLD

I can't win against you I can't even compete

But as the bullet pierces her skin, sending her mind against the wall in a brilliant splatter, I wish I could have saved her.

There's nothing wrong with a little rain. In fact, doesn't rain often symbolize a new, clean beginning?

An expanded metaphor I wrote as an assignment in my Lit class. I just sort of turned it into a poem. I like it.

I think I went a little crazy last Sunday, and this is the result.

I will not betray myself anymore I will always have my doubts For not being able to love you Please forgive me

I love this poem and I hope that you do too. It's a very poigniant and an expression of my self. It's been a feeling that I have been trying to express for some time now. And I expressed it here!

The things that a girl will ransom away for the warmth of a heart for a moment...

The notsoeveryday happenings at an Illinois gas station.

In which an opera singer, child genius, amazon warrior queen, manga fan and lazy bum meet under one roof. Chaos gladly ensues.

Prose written in a poetic light... R&R

Looking back on what happened, I think I caught myself laughing. No one ever thought that I might die today, except maybe you.

A girl walks in a field of broken glass, herself broken, but healing is only one step away.

The ripples are crusted with sunset gold the colour of dreams from days of old

"I'll always know the secret / Of the fear you keep inside"

1:47 am.

Thoughts of the bracelets on my wrist

...sit back, kick up your feet, and watch it all burn...

"Eyelids crack, open, closed"

glass flowers

This is short and, in my opinion, would make a good monologue. It really sounds much better when read aloud and with emotion... could even be humorous, if you looked at it hard enough... heee...

dont really know what spurned this

This is about how so many people are afraid of questioning their beliefs or how they view the world. They have one piece of the cosmic puzzle and try to dictate how the world should work. This is for all those out there who are afraid to open their eyes.

Don't keep things from me - it hurts...

Escaping...yet stuck... everyone has been there before R and R please

Can’t manage to finish the stories you start? Contracted writer’s block? Need a little help with summaries? Stop dodging flying vegetables. This is for you.

A bit abstract. A bit painful. A bit original.

Wrote this whilst I was in a calmly destructive mood. Everything felt like it was screwing up...