from the heavens or something like it.

this one's for you... and my reckless side

and maybe it still is. /collection-fp pennames/

you're far too close now, dear.

for your therapuetic smile

If you are missing the beach, trapped at school, this is the poem for you. R&R?

For want of a better name. growing up always seems good, until you get there.

C'mon now. Let's give 'em somthing to talk about.

the smallest touch is sometimes the most electrifying

soon I will love close to the sun.

Hidden truth. Stolen time. Broken dream. Poisonous reality.

Actions say one thing, but the heart is much louder.

... It gets harder to breathe ...

i hate the way it's written but i adore the feeling it conveys

I wrote this last night as I was falling asleep. I thought of the opening line and the rest just kinda came out in a tired haze..

on the excitement of the first date and the tingling of his fingers on mine. drawn in by everything he is and all he makes me feel and i can't believe i've gone this long without him.

I can save myself.

between infinity and tomorrow morning.

..."Does that kiss have anything to do with why we're on a train to New York in the middle of the night?"

and I miss you as wide as the flat prairie skies.

Time has a grainy taste.

I'd rather show you how I love you than tell you.

because I can't.

and i might change my mind.

from a girl who is green

Emo Chenel is always pouting...

It's all we do.

(One-Shot) 12:05pm. Target caught masturbating in bathroom stall. 007 status: in adjacent stall, hyperventilating.

Only I spell it a little differently.

To her, the class was possibly the dullest thing she could ever do. That is, until the day she found a little note written on her desk from a boy the period before her...and things got a little more interesting. Short, cute oneshot; NOW WITH A FOLLOW UP!

Wanting to be someone else because you're convinced that being yourself will never satisfy the person that you're with.

What is love? Love is a lot of things, actually. And this is my attempt to sum it all up right here.

As her fingers play the piano, she remembers her lost love. the one who gave her the confidence to l.i.v.e. R&R

Thomas and Jacqueline thought their love was lasting and forever until obstables proved to be too hard. Is Thomas doing the right thing by letting Jacqueline go or will he regret it? [songfic]

About a homeless woman I saw on the bus, all the dialouge in the poem was spoken by her.

My work generally takes a very emo tone so I decided to make fun of myself lol

They were close friends once upon a time. Then she left for university, but found that she missed him too much. So she came back, only to find that he wasn't there anymore...

[maybe this is why world peace hasn't been acheived.]

[i need to do more than just dream of what i could be.]

Time and distance do not heal every wound.

Oneshot "Of course I'm crying," I said frankly, "I've been crying for months. In fact I've pretty much been crying ever since my boyfriend said 'oh and this is my brother Mac' and I thought I was having a heart attack."

[gen] love is owned by Hallmark

Le français n'est pas ma première langue. S'il y a des erreurs, je suis désolée. Ce poème a été écrit pour la classe de français. J'espère que vous l'appréciez!

I finally spoke to him. I can finally move on. R&R please.