Out of control, terrified, and absolutely loving it.

A poem recounting the true story of the Persian rug my father brought back from the Middle East when I was a kid.

The more I learned Spanish in high school, the more I seemed to be losing my grasp of English. Just don't have the storage capacity for both in there!

On a night walk into the woods, I was reminded of the spiritual aspect nature holds.

With a summer love, remembering it how you want is half the fun. Just because it ended badly doesn't mean I can't look back on it fondly.

To give and give and give, and then finally find out the truth... Wanna smack myself twice as hard as I want to smack the person I'm disgustingly still in love with.

While thinking about unrequited love, it suddenly occured to me that "unrequited" is a very odd word. Sounds like something you'd hear at a bank, no?

A writing exercise to write about myself as if I were a tree. While some people were waxing eloquence about maple and willow and cherry and oak and sequoia... Well, I decided I just wasn't willow material.

The list of things I can't imagine my life without.

Unfortunately based on a true story. My father, a high-ranking officer in the Navy who has been in dangerous war zones, went absolutely batters over a little centipede we had running loose in the house well past midnight.

Being disappointed in the ending, but appreciating the history shared with someone else: family, friends, or lovers.

A silly little poem I wrote down for my love of rice crispy treats.

We've all had a mental love letter we never planned to send. This one was mine.

Don't ask what you don't want to know.

More specific than just spring, summer, fall, or winter...

Steamy encounter during a storm.

One thing to love somebody that you can't have... whole 'nother animal loving someone you're not allowed to love.

Written for a writing exercise to define myself in terms such as foods, instruments, et cetera.

Flippantly flinging themselves from one relationship to another, liking the idea of the relationship - not actually being in one.

Written on the inside of a Mother's Day card for my mom. She put up with a lot from me, so I figured I'd approach her from that angle instead of sugar-coating it. She laughed, she cried, she rolled her eyes quite a bit.

When you care far more about them than they do you.

Could be about any sort of love: friendship, family, romantic relationships.

Bad relationships are like a drug. I'm always back into habit.

In dedication to the crazy times I had with a friend, crawling out my bedroom window well past midnight and jumping off the roof on a regular basis.

Thinking about true love, soulmates, and all that other nonsense, and a theory that argued for their existence popped into my head.

My great-grandmother left behind something far more important than family heirlooms: the legacy she created.

Wouldn't it be wonderfully convenient to have an anti-love potion to liberally apply for certain situations?