still searching. a pillowbook.

just like eggs...not really

everything twisted and ugly comes out in the dead of this night.

"I knew she had been crying, but I didn't say a word..."

she is in the mood for grass stains on her back and flowers in her hair.

is what they turn into

Forcefully inspired by Isaac Bashevic Singer's short stories.

you should close your eyes, that blue is getting me high

R&R

But what do they know?

...and I should not think of you

a true love poem

I had been trying to save it.

You love is my favourite form of self mutilation.

Short, sweet, hope you like it. --copyright n.p-simmons 2010

why aren't their sexier verbs for 'smell?

I have unplugged the clocks.

A last song before the sh- sh- sh- shivers set in.

They mean only so much. But what do they mean to me?

A bruise. or a smudge. or a scrape...

see title

is this why they call it coming undone? poetry .

"Every now and then, I have a remarkably vivid dream of you..."

You're too busy looking through a looking-glass in your own mind to see it any other way

look at what you have done.

On love...Please read and review!

It's where everything should be

Make it go away

Even if I don't remember it happening

I warned you all along.

Down memory lane

I am your suicide, weak little boy.

for my poet. for the boy who is on his way to owning my heart, for the boy who's name is always on the tip of my tongue.

You never really stop loving

My flesh falls away as I crumble

All that's left/Is the body.

...And are the sounds that you're hearing really all that real...?

Pyromania.

I'm sick of hearing your lies...

I want my words

It's the silliest word to use with us.

Things change. And sometimes we just want to go back. But this car doesn't have a reverse, baby, its too late.

Early snow falls... Damaging your fragile wings...

Rewrite of a story I wrote exactly one year ago. Better summary coming soon. Hint: It involves genetic engineering and some spontaneous key plot points that I will make up as I go along.

Gazing out of a window, only to find a whole new world . . .

Poisoning the flowers...

Good to know that you're so trite, that you almost matter, but never quite.

A poem written in response to Rilke's famous "Panther". Please R&R, I'd be happy to return the favor!

Made a bet to write a poem each day of the summer. Wish me luck! Ideas, commentary, and moral support are appreciated especially moral support! T-T . New poem up: All I could see was the rain . . .

I can wait that much longer

It's funny how never being loved can drive a person to do such silly things.

just a thought . . .

. . . is somewhat similiar to the swinging of that door

Lack of words only increase the distance between us . . .

Time is waiting

-For the misunderstood couples, like us...

Sometimes the barriers we put up... Are easier than we thought to bring down...

Sometimes she feels like she has no reason to be in the world... Please R&R

Hands tell their own story

I can define their lies a million different ways, twist the truth and hide the puppet strings... but for what? They’ve already done all that for me." The story of a girl living in the compound they call Eden and the secrets it hides.

Like thousands of puddles...

Beware of the Writer. She may kill you off in her next novel . . .

Ramon's friend has died, and he can't get over it.

We're all isolated in this world... We came into it that way... And we'll go out just the same...

Life sucks. and then you die

i've got a surplus of white flags in my pocket, and i just want to throw. them. out.

Don't toss her story aside

With a lot of things.... There's no point.... In picking it up off the ground....

There are some things... That just shouldnt be expected... Not from others

We are all perfect strangers... Only not to the ones that know us... Then we become imperfect stains...

Have a long story? Don't think I'll believe it? Try me. Just try me and you'll see.

Decieving, seductive, deceptive. Hesitation.

Some things end up being pernament... you just know that once they've happened theres no turning back from it...

No pity is ever given by anyone- not even if your a marionette on six strings...

You've walked right by people with little signs with very big messages. Haven't you heard those calls? Seen those little signs?

There are many people out to get you, hurt you, make you miserable. Only a few select, special people can help. They have only one name. Do you know what they are?

in a world where perfection equals love . . .

Forget what is there, and see what you need.

It may not be much, but, it's from the heart. Review if you like!

my dear guardian angel . . .

when all of your childish dreams are carried on a single sigh . . .

Broken things

not even flight can compare to that feeling of . . . suspension

Pessimistic eyes are like fogged up glass... Please R&R

Your monotonous words flood the brain. Can't you think of anything else to say to me?

Please tell me this is how you feel, that it's only me. Please. R&R please!

Ive lost so many friends... Please R&R

Well, Its true, isnt it?... Please R&R

A poem for my baby.

A poem about being left behind by the ones you trusted most. It's a tale of agony, and pleading, but never being answered.

live life as if you'll die tomorrow.

Because I'll never have your hand in mine... Please R&R

I'm not the one up all night just to think of you... Please R&R

I am SO sick of that book.

So then I have nothing to live for... Please R&R

Today is the tomorrow that I feared yesterday... Please R&R

For when we're all in a gray place... Please R&R

Please don't break me... Please R&R

Can you see the colors of humanity's stupidity?

Ripples in a puddle on a rainy day... Please R&R

For my friend, the wizard

Our lives are in a balance, precariously set in time.

A poem of one of my personal favourite subjects- that of waiting. How time chooses not to fly, how it drives you crazy; or maybe I'm just very impatient. :

The sky writes on the roof with a silver pen...

How my life became so darn DEPRESSING! I used to be happy all the time and now-well, now things are a lot sadder. This is my theory as to why. And yes, it's very sad.

About breaking away and moving on from being the "third wheel". Enjoy.

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

You’re caught up in your game/But you will be beat

You saved me from falsehood, I have the bruises to prove it

This is your handiwork. This is what you left behind.

One thing right after the other; Pricks, Itches me like a tick bite; There, Unmovable. Unwanted

A Poem about the ignorance of love.

To be or not to be?

I've heard it all before. R&R please. Reviews will be returned.

Inspired by all the lame apologies

Are you really in love with him if you can get him off your mind?

What I was...And what I am.

This what I am...this is who I am...

About how hard life can be and feeling alone sometimes. Bittersweet.

All are blocked in some form in life, some literally, others mentally or emotionally.

For whom does it fall?

Take your chance to stand out, because being a wallflower just isn't for you. R&R PLEASE!

Will your decision take into account the horrible things I may have done Even by accident?

I shouldn't want you so much, I know that it's wrong. But I feel so dehydrated without you. R&R please. Reviews will be returned.

He's my friend before anything else.

Have you ever felt alone? Have you ever felt not quite right? Have you ever let someone down who was close to you?

Tragic poem about wasting time and waiting for something exciting to happen.

Make them stop talking...

never has it lived, or shall it exist

I hope you're better than that, Just hurry before the stage fright kicks in It's almost too late

My world has power Power over your rule

You've always asked me what I am...

The words 'I love you' can't get within a million miles of how I feel.

The power, the release, of finding beauty, desire, in something that normally repels all things good

*does rain dance*

A comparative piece. Not meant to sound angsty.

I was in a strange mood. It kind of seems angsty...

Tomorrow we'll do it again. This piece is in a pair with "I Don't Even Care". They went together, but not well enough to be a singular story. /SI trigger.

Why would you ask me something like that?

"I hesitated wondering where he'd gone, then unthinkingly followed him there..."

Speaking from the depths of depression about depression.

Nonsensical commands.

The world is almost too cruel for words.

I only lie to you because I don't want you to hurt like I do.

You never really loved me.

Love has its obstacles... but they're worth it.

I don't know how this one came across. It's rather depressing I wrote it today as well . Please review.

There's a place for me with you, but I'll stop pretending it's in your heart.

Love costs so much these days... It's worth less than you pay for and it's more of an obsession than actual love... NOT speaking from personal experience...

Do we both bask in the silent pleasure?

"Maybe you'll find someone better at the 7eleven..."

reminds me of you and the sweet revenge i never gave. c: read and review!

A poem to show that unrequited love is really just that: Unrequited.

Everyone has their differences. These were yours and mine.

I hope someone will read it and tell me what are their thoughts about this.

A poem I wrote while in study hall last year after someone made fun of me for being "ugly".

Spur-of-the-moment poetry. I typed it up pretty quickly. Approximate rhyming.

Advice for anybody and nobody in particular

You are just the hunter, and I am the prey. R&R please. Reviews will be returned.

A journal of collected poems from a girl who's lost all.

A short poem that I'm quite fond of. R&R

You want me gone, I want you weak

some people just need to play by the rules. Please R&R, I'd love you forever.

This is what its like? This is how it truley is? Is this how my life is?

Life can suck sometimes.

yeah so

Poem I wrote a while back and decided to post.

i'm tired of saying im okay

The way this was written on paper, the two parts reflected each other, one going down the page, the other going up. Obviously, I can't do that here, but I still think it's good.

Can one truly die a modest death? R&R

You are.

This is one of the only poems I've ever written as a joke. I hope you enjoy it. Rated for mentions of violence.

I cry, but it is normal. Goodbye, it's just normal. PLEASE READ/REVIEW

A slightly different form of closure.

You're everything to me. This is for a friend.

Romance on fast forward, crash into the future. /// Collection

A short free verse. When writing an English essay, it is not a good thing if your mind is as blank as the piece of paper...

She touches me like I’m her baby, sometimes. And sometimes she throws poison and dirt at me like I’m the worst thing that’s ever existed. I don’t know what to make of it really. But even if I knew, I’m not sure there would be anything I could do about it.

My view of the bleak world as it is

A simple poem about life.

We begin. We end. We love. We hate.

Each wooden rung stinging my palms with remorseful screams of those I've crushed

Somewhat vaguely based on Elliot Harmon's poem 'S.'

I don't know. Kind of about the way everyone's disappointed in me when I try my hardest. R&R please. Reviews will be returned.

I don't want to love you, and I can stop anytime I want to... probably.

just look up, and shout a prayer. even though i'm an atheist.

I can be the angel you've been looking for.

tic tock tick tock

And sometimes, they might just be the sweetest.

Inspired by the lyrics of Simple Plan's 'I'd Do Anything'. Short poem about love and what I'd do to have it.

The thing is, I'm not Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, or Snow White; I'm just a girl; Not worth saving from this endless night. Please R&R! Reviews will be returned! Thank you! P.S. It messed up, and The first line shouldn't be there.The second line is first

Friendship gone sour.... This poem is inspired by the rumors about Atheism that I keep having the misfortune of hearing.

She's locked herself away, determined to never love again. Heaven forbid. That boy- he tried to make her love again.. He tried.

"You spun me in circles, and we danced in the sun..."

Poor Butter just isn't up to the task...

A drabble on what might go through a persons mind when they experience their first one-sided love.

I was feeling so lost, confused...I couldn't voice it. So I wrote it down. I hope you understand, I can't say it clearly but...I need you.

Do you really see me?

Before you can think about what you say,Someone close to you can fade away.

It tastes terrible. Thirty seconds of life, described.

what one wishes one could do in the midst of a complicated relationship

Angst love writing

Angst love writing

"Seems your marvelous smile has the world reversed..."