She was beautiful, funny, smart... but something was killing her, eating away at her from the inside. I had to watch her fade, not knowing what was doing this damage, only knowing that I couldn't stop it.

standing with you, in the dusk. my breath catches.

In case we've already met, or we will meet, but especially if we don't.

A fairy tale story? Hardly. What dangers would you be willing to overcome in order to right a corrupt world one without feeling, compassion, and color?

A mixture of ideas connected only by a morbid, suspenseful tone. This poem is best if read aloud. There is literally "No Idea."

This is about a person I know, who, while he is a very good person, could use a push in the right direction.

Years later, when someone would ask how they met and fell in love, she would smile and say, "I fell and haven't gotten up."

Those three words just aren't enough anymore.

As it’s written, it becomes a part of the writer.

The stories say he's cruel and constant in his hatred of humans. She should have heeded their warnings. It's a terrible game he's playing with her heart but she won't forfeit that easily.

The collected poems of lurkisblurkis, updated regularly. Rated for some nonsexual mature themes. Update: Doxology of the Masses.

You are an angel, and I am but the wretch who took you from HIM and expected you to stay... I am an Idiot and I am sorry!

Story I wrote for English. After a horrible nightmare, Raelan hopes going to school the next day will cure the images of the horror that took place. But when a dream becomes reality, will he be able to save his best friend? Present Day.

Five different poems: I've stretched sunlight like a thorny thread through my skin.