Simon is worried about Australian spiders. Darryl is worried about being a vampire. They both reckon the other is a little bit strange. Slash

we were not initials encased in an uneven heart

you cannot know what it feels like to have nothing between yourself and beautiful until you've played the piano naked with everything except your fingers. Slam poem

remember to breathe, and then you won't drown quite so much. please. try to breathe.

and all your friends?

the result of being given structure and creating poetic situations in my mind

a curly kid once told me

little boy march has boticelli curls and a da vinci mouth.

i can't heal you when i can't heal myself, but i can give you the same bit about the stars that she gave me //vignette, abstract//

those tattoos on her hands only -look- like scars.

we have no parents," she told me, her voice stern. "we are alone from birth. it must be such a wicked pain to deal with someone else's rule. our rule is the sky and the blood in our veins."

This is the very first haiku I've ever written. Hope you like it!

your spine is not as straight as you think it is.

Villainy, Inc. presents a few helpful tips as you continue on your quest for world domination.

A core thought I may decide to extend on.

you say its impossible and i say why? if we're all looking, then it has to be out there.

[oldresubmittedshorter writing] everything from angst to horror to haikus to snapshots of beautiful imagery. proof that i write about more than myself.

Assignment for Creative Writing. We had to write about our childhood, or just childhood in general. This is a little depressing, about the world we lived in as children, apart from reality, when we didn't care about anything but the fantasy in our minds.

scabby knees and burning bugs lead to heroism

i will read my poetry to this boy and then tell him i didn’t write it. this boy won’t believe me. this boy will let me write poems on his arm. this boy’s body will be my notebook.

hiding underneath the olive tree, forgetmenot, forgetmenot...

Everything you need to know about the history of planet earth

little boy blue with his fashionable addictions

i don't want to write about you... (@.@; i really don't understand this crazy new rating system, heh... apologies, this is my first post in at least a year)

one long sentence.

"He sits down on the hay bale and pulls you into his lap, rocking you like your mother used to and only a best friend could, his lips on your hair as you sob your heart out for the criminal unfairness of the world." Please R&R! (One-shot)

and i'm going crazy, will you take my (me)agre hand and beco(me) a fairy with (me) ?

i've always wanted to fly, don't you?

Snow White as a goth? Eight small men named Gerald in a cabin? A rogue dragon that keeps popping up? Suicide attempts? Yes!

judge me and do it in an unconventional way. i'll love you for it.

Dude. People, stop reading this one. Don't READ this one! Seriously!

There was a boy. And this is his story. And it is mine too. You see. I knew him. Very well.

I saw Buddah on the bus yesterday, and he looked so sad

It was a medical condition, and she had it since birth. This was guaranteed to make her life living hell, for she had before her an entire school of children who were out to see her tears.

Don't ask a question unless you really want to hear the answer.

1. Fall in love with someone you've never met without knowing it 2. Write letters with no intention of sending 3. Drop a cigarette

A one-sentence story (but it's one LONG sentence!) about a crazy person. Self-explanatory.