.

The infinitesimal killer tricks me starry-eyed.

stalk the dark expanses, humming dreams to breezes

Blew out the flame.

Starlight: When white kisses blue; When red hugs the sky --

zombies. bad romance. and the cast of emo squids disguised as plant dinosaurs. yeah. 'pillowbooks', perhaps. slash collection things. a reason. through winters. perhaps the most awkward thing you'll ever stumble upon. includes an actual zombie love poem.

Starlight: It is your song I hear upon this dawning.

Starlight: It's the most brilliant thing.

Starlight: Live and discover oblivion ...

I'm worth less than nothing, and nothing is worth more than me. What do you see?

At nights I used to walk with memories of you.

aftermath of 'all' - don't read this before that. some of this might appear to be a little nonsensical, yet it might not and you might find some of this lovely. :P.

well. isn't that all well and good. might be my new favorite poem of mine. extreme stream-of-consciousness. almost my exact train of thought. ehh.

Starlight: blinding. existence. violence. love.

Starlight: A breaking, a happiness, a cool warmth, your blackest shining;

According to INKY, ISKY's are "The Glorious." A day in the life of Isky, a fantastical ISKY. Coincidentally, Isky has the personality type ISKY. Does that not make any no sense? A parody of Isca's INTJ.

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to even remember you were ever here

Starlight--the eternity my soul has been waiting for.

Starlight: yourself. we. what you've given me. a promise of victory.

The students of Walkinville High School are on the receiving end of a zombie plague, and the Art Club bans together to survive. Lil Warning: This contains zombies, so if you don't want the violence, go marry Edward Cullen. & beware the solitary curse. :

expressing my disdain or perhaps just insecurity for the direction my poetry seems to be going lately. read a few chapters of inky's tentacles and you'll see what i mean. or perhaps have no idea.

--what Isca described as, "like an oulipian poem AND a consciousness piece" -- as we had been discussing both at the time I fashioned it.

Starlight: our anti black hole.

I imagine it must be awkward for you.

Starlight: breaking. --windows--closed doors--broken walls-- yes.

RAWR! -- Christmas&Birthday gifteh! for Sarie -- Beep beeep babeep!

The legend of the mysterious and beastly PFTOK! -- A Christmas&Birthday gifteh! for Fragile -- very, very different from my usual stuff but awesome!

Starlight: distend beyond a knot--

Starlight: hello hello -- with new edit

Starlight

fake surnames and all that--

You don't know how hard this was.--I hope your day has been wonderful.

Starlight: it's a hard night.

finally, my favorite color.

Starlight: we'll get there

Starlight: It made me ready to die right then.

Starlight: It was beautiful, of course.

Starlight: You never dance You do so many impossible things, but. You don't speak. You don't move.

Starlight: 256 If I break, I break; I break. This poem is incredibly personal and, I think, quite mentionably unique.

Oh, please don't let me die right now. And God says, Too bad. At least that's what I heard.

With no Sunday school answers

wee. oh look, I compulsively changed the summary of this one in the middle of the night to say nothing about the poem, nothing really relevant to anything. coo coo kachoo.

Starlight: I want our dreams to solidify.

There's something about listening...

We know little of you. Please show us. Know I am your friend. Let me know.

Wonder if repetition is necessary... there's just that step, one step, one step, one step...

Starlight: unravel this stream of paper.

It's freedom.

Starlight: It's like falling through volcanoes.

There are only so many words.

You don't know how hard this was.--To the pastors and the parents. With all honesty, the eggman.--Was it really wrong?

Starlight: Your existence is as delicate and unexplained as the line between the sung and the spoken.

Keep on paying.

You will change the meaning of everything.

I can't tell you.

dw: See, by each other we walk and never talk. I call that love.

dw: I call it love and wish it was; in truth it's superficial.

Oh, just another typical 'dysfunctional relationship'.

new in-progress poem. i don't know who to sing for.

w/ new edit; older in-progress poem. It's my first time trying to seriously edit a poem. Let me know how I did? How the original compares to the new edit? o.o

older in-progress poem. I wanted to be like you, to like the light because you did.

older in-progress poem

older in-progress poem.

.:dw:; jm. well this is what you should say. ... i'm leavin'. & I wish you would follow me.

jm. Am I crazy for wanting you? Maybe do you think you could want me too?

nightmare unending

--infinite paradoxes in you finding

You have no clue of what goes on inside me.

part two: My mask of hate's a failed disguise.

part one: Oh, I'm as happy as a boy can be. Rated to be safe..

Little pieces of prose I've written. Alex. Reading. Battle For Love. I'll put things like that here.

My walking candy statue; you just eat me up.

It's how everything adds to my dreams, and all the stars fall into you.

He came to make her dream come true.

I don't associate with her anymore."

And to have realized that this man was the one who abused you the most.

your volume breaks, and my soul fills in the cracks

fine! not for real, but at least to me:: you're my new favorite color.

kc. "All I ever wanted was an in between to get over you." ...

.:older:. what the title says?

My heart says, let's pretend.

on the subject of "endlessness."

He was my best friend for just one weekend.

Hysteria

and my song suddenly became a scream

when you see it coming for one you love and can't stop it. .:sweet insanity:.

the murder of a day alone

found a cookie factory! ... crazy. wonderful. written with a stupid /child's heart/... yeah. .:older:.

i can't stand the light, turn it off... possibly confusing, somewhat inspirational, conceivably brilliant. .:older:.

a short and nonsensical abstraction of .:older:.

cold as ice... .:older:.

read this not-so-epic poem to learn about the tragedy of Two Towers. .:older:.

... a short poem about poetry. .:older:.

an angel in dreams and a nightmare in waking

sleeping on the couch. o.o.

I saw you, but I didn't really.

If you can forgive your foolish servant: Your majesty, you have been blind. You know nothing of the wonder of the kingdom you...

About a masterpiece I saw at the museum. weird as always from me. :D

i had a shock as i left the hospital.

No matter how I told her, she always hated herself.

I'm really sorry, dude, but she asked me to tell you to leave her alone." ... When will I wake up?

how can he be so happy all the time? i don't understand.

how you feel when you need something. so bad. and there's nothing you can do and no words you can say.

If someone tells you they love you, you should...

untouchable as the bottom of the ocean

You mean you didn't know?

Knock Knock, Are you there? ... You totally are, Hello!

I smelled you in that old house and saw telltale signs of your short visit. ...

your face.

Back to the first thing I can remember, to what changed everything and changed me completely. ... It's all over, but I still remember. ... All the way to now, can you believe it?

These were inspired by Edgar Allan Poe.

The way it always is.

You just might hear me.

exactly.

A lyrical poem, a sort of musing on how different winds are like different emotions, and what it's like to have still air....

hmm...

can never tell you my heart is broken.

it grows

hot. just makes me say t. sorry, this just sorta came outta me. :P.

shattered

You know where I'm talking about. Or do you? DO you know your final destination? ohnoes.

Another inspirational bit.

At the end of every day I strap my heart to a stretcher.

You're like an oval of color in my world of black-and-white.

You don't understand what happened. You don't know me. Leave me alone. The last poem of My Twilight.

in a mess but it's nothin'. D;

What the title says but with a cleverly hidden message.

Wake me when you get back in nine and a half days.. Seventeen days past the day you left, and you're still gone.. And when you're back the next day, I still miss you as much as before.

Uber old one. What is this feeling inside of me?

can't stop from thinking your name, but...

i guess i must have had too much cheese when i was writing this and new. ... hey, wait up! smile, don't run!

a fitting subject for the first poem after my new moon, hmm. more sappiness: new love.

cute, sappy letter haiku

pretty much what I wrote, can't even say it any better

I came up with this a long time ago and when I remembered it I couldn't help but post it. Humorous.

from which poems have stemmed before.. so few words, so much inspiration.

That was my chance. It did come, and it did leave. I wasted it.

My pain grows deeper. For every day I'm missing you.. For every tear I cry.. Are you..? Are we..?

A haiku on my pbh harttt.

I've actually painted an abstract watercolor based off this haiku.

I was.

describing mah little goober.

I found a flower.. shriveled and dry.

T'was the night of the carnival...

Going back home from The Farm, there's a lot of craziness.

lol. My truck-driving dad and I went on another of his trips to the farm..

one a day.. seven.. a week..

I don't care anymore, nothing matters; it's the end of my new moon, the end of everything. The End.

the affect you have on me! the power you have over me! every time I see you! .. and my favorite word: intense

You have Violet Eyes and Golden Hair. Doesn't that sound crazy?

here we go again, with all the things we said and not a minute spent to think that we'd regret, so we just take it back, these words, and hold our breath, forget the things we swore we meant Paramore give me time..

i feel.... kc. foolish one with the smile. you don't have to be brave. every time we fall down. but we're falling from grace.i'll gladly climb your walls. if you'll meet me halfway.

Another feeling, complicated, I feel it all the time.

It touches your mind and turns it on high.

Sometimes I will hear myself say, "I'm too smiley for my own good."

You Can't Understand ... This ... one poem in two separate parts, or two separate poems

the truth came ... in a message ... from an angel ... in twelve parts ... but from the first three parts ... the message was clear ...

You took a piece of me with you. You have all of me, and you don't even know it.

came from me feeling so strongly for someone that I could not not write, inspired by the same person I wrote about in Hugging The Rock.

I have compared you to many things... I see you are like a firefly, too... I want to catch a firefly...

A little lullaby... Dancing Dream.

That was a - different feeling. That was a - different sunset. Memory's Darker Horizon

Sometimes you have so many different thoughts and feelings inside...

My favorite of all the poems I've written. My Walk. I love it.

But you threw me up so high. I didn't know you would let me fall all the way to where I am now. Hugging The Rock. Written Today, 09/08/08.

Love Leaves. Leaves of Love. The Love is Leaving. Oh no. Love Leaves.

Because the sky is blue, I cry. ...

The rose is the symbol of love, but that doesn't make sense to me, now.

Castle of Broken Wings, Where The Dead Grass Grows, the second castle and the Name In Flames.

I have to make my wish come true. Lil inspirational thing I wrote. :\

Of course it's not your fault you don't know, there's no one in the world I could show. I am the unhappy ending of a fairy tale, and all comes to the blood underneath my fingernail.

i think of you :\

i see your smile

i saw you again

of which parting is such.

the color of my soul