They were calling me. So I spun. And I was on fire. Climbing up the walls. -November WCC-

I don't want a real job. /cw/

I'm burning in hell for writing this. Don't believe me? Take a look. /mc/

Caught in the inferno / Got burned, burned, burned

A study of Idaho-grown individuals. Rated for language.

Written for June's Writing Challenge Contest: Procrastination is a powerful anti-depressant.

I snap back. I am light. I am radiating light. No, I am the light. I am energy. I pulsate. I beat like a heart. I hum and hiss and buzz and I am small. -Featured on Project Fiction's Good List-

You know the shore isn't that far away right?

we melt.

we must dare to dream.

we've all such shrivelled hearts -

here i cry, wrecked and never to be salvaged.

but you're lying… down, my vines binding you to the forest floor where i mark my territory – you sweat the shapes of snakes as my mouth crumbles & rises, working savage magic to remove their venom.

the postcard lost in the airmail & swallowed by the seas stretched across the canvas below the isle of man – or, as the incomprehensible, but indistinguishably, phonetically capturing language reads: i love man.

In death, we learn how to breathe.

fashionable" anger. The easy way to vent frustration.

Too little to be classed as proper poems, but a collection of their own anyway.

He told me he was searching for infinity...

or is it i. c: read and review!

taste. it lingers still like the summer breeze. c: read and review!

Mild trepidations slipping in and out of my head. Too high-strung am I.

Free form. I don't know how to describe it. Please read! I want to submit it to my school's lit mag but I need some editing and revising done first so I'd love if you could help! Thanks!

You died today.

He walked in a set path until he was hit by a figurative train, her. She collided with his steps, dancing around in circles, criss-crossing this way and that, cajoling him to breathe in life, until finally, she meandered to a place called his heart.

Swearing. Poem about abuse.

A young, intelligent man is haunted by his inability to see and control things in the world.

Lick them up and taste the grit on my tongue. Swallow.

Thank you for saving me. You’re all I wanted. Could you pass the thorazine? Cause the of sight you now makes me nauseous. - Song. A little bit on the passive-aggressive side.

Now I had to ask, Between a gin and tonic. A simple question-Thought I’d be on it..."

I've been revealed to the world unwillingly

More than skin deep. Reverse haiku.

Things seem to get worse and worse.

She has never loved him. Not really.

A little poem about a parent and daughter discussing Mary Jane and SpiderMan.

You're always doing stupid things when you're around her, but you just can't get her out of your head.

One day, a girl and a boy fell in love without realizing it.