yes it is another one of these

you do not know because i am afraid. but i do not want to be afraid.

The first time you didn't rape me, I took six tequila shots and you took me to the bedroom.

i have been biting apples since i knew they might get me somewhere, even if it was kicked out of paradise. /trigger warning, mainly si.

on writing and how i have not, and music.

One-shot. "Well, they didn't just get up and walk away." Her mother frowns. "You have to learn to take better care of your things, Marie."

Very short poem, R&R

"Trust me."

This is the story of human innocence. It's of flawed love, more flawed than we admit. It's of homosexual love to heterosexuals. You see, humans are humans and have as many flaws as their love does. But humans improve, and that's what makes them human.M/M

She hasn't spoken to anyone since her downward spiral into non-existence. And then he comes along and shows her she's not as invisible as she thinks. (Previously : It Sucks To Be Me)

there's so much more to being young these days. this is my life, become a part of it if you dare.

I forget how scared I was of everyone before I came out. How I couldn't trust anyone because if they found out, my life would come to an end, figuratively of course, unless it wasn't. Trigger warning for self-harm, suicide, anti-gay violence, homophobia.

Purposely jumbled.

There are some things they don't tell you about Tunnel City. Things that you only discover when you try to escape. I guess you could say that if we were still on our mother planet, then I’d describe this prison as hell on earth.

sweat still glitters.

I refused to choose a gender from a list of two options, as if our Technicolor world is made up of black and white. //Unfinalized title, I think.

Im not really sure what to make of this.. to be honest it scares me a little :P but tell me what you think :

Just a little thought :

Thar be dragons here; and monsters, droids, renegade gods, and mechs. Enter the war torn world of Phalanx; where wvyerns and war machines, demigods, and monsters duke it out over the fate of the planet. Bring your gun, reader, you'll need it. R&R returned

The stanzas are supposed to get bulkier at the end as sybolism for how desperation to keep someone you love in your life leads to you saying everything you can think of to make them stay. Unfortunately, this makes it seem like 2 separate poems to me. Help

It started life as a collection of things that I wish I could say to a person I loved once and haven't since stopped. It therefore needs helpful reviews to get it to a good poetic standard.

I hope with all my heart that the brave men and women come home.

I can't tell what's real and what's not.

--thoughts of the day.

youth is ignorance and ignorance is bliss. this lesson is hard and i fear i cannot teach it. you have to learn it on your own. i'm sorry.

Can you hear me aching as you tell me how pretty I am? Would the word handsome burn your tongue?

So this is the last, I will write about her.

charlotte loved the sea.

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I got bored, so I wrote this. It didn't start out in the order it's in now, but I liked it better this way. It's cleaner and it flows more than before.

I wrote this when I started thinking about my old school, the one I was in for the first 2 years of high school before my parents made me switch to this school. It's a little choppy, I know, but tell me what you think! Enjoy

It's about time I got a little pride, so don't you dare let go of my hand.

it is poison.

What hurts me most.

What I wish would work.

I do.

Her fingertips trace the water as they float upwards, gazing at the sky.

i don't exist

To assimilate is to execute.

A creative writing assignment. R & R

I pressed my fist to my mouth. Damn bastard. He left me to hope again.

the last almost always means the most.

Is spinning. I can't believe I put myself here.

There are three things you should never do the night before you meet your mother for the first time. 1; buy your gorgeous underaged brother a drink. 2; take him back to your hotel room. And 3; find out you have a little brother. In that order. (Sidenote: This story does not contain any actual incest, but there is a lot of ･ﾟdrama ･ﾟ )

that's what he is.

I Can't Do That.

Poetry about Lesbians/Gay/Bi/Transgenders all good things I soupport them all :

The second twin fell Not too long after the first It couldn’t live any longer It was too badly hurt" A poem about 9/11

or is it mine too?

Be Gay. m/m slash.

mirror-maze of generations

It’s in the dead of the night and I am alone. Only the night knows my pain. But then the night never stays.

This is just a poem, and I'm just a poet. It's up to you to make it more than that, so please read and tell me what you think.

Time is everlasting...it knows no bound...Time will forever be

You people have disappointed me for the very last time.

Pillowbook one // Removed

When a young Polish soldier is captured and sent to a Soviet gulag, he can only find one way to cope. And that's denying the obvious while completely losing himself. What happens when he can't lie to himself any longer?

If I told you I could live forever what would you say?

Something just isn't right. The pieces don't fit.

A collection without faces. A/N: This one is also very embarrassing.

I swear. A/N: This fucking collection is so embarrassing. OMG.

O Lord, forgive me my sins.

I have become tired of all this subliminal crap.

...

...

He asked me if I believed in God.

It's not recovery if we walk in a circle

They say love is a battlefield, but I don't want to be a casualty of war. Kiss kiss, bang bang.

Daily musings in the form of short poems. One for each day, which I suppose might be considered a "pillowbook". Complete.

There's a condom wrapper stuck in my molars and WHORE drifting somewhere in my hair.

We're gutter girls with blank stares and dirty hands.

Lately this feeling of loneliness has been crushing down on me in a way that is crippling. I’ve never been crazy about love or desperate to have a boyfriend, but that was before, when my friends were still my friends and I hadn’t been tempted by someone t

And this table is so big, this table is so empty.

She'll charm a fruit into your hands or screw you loose until you're dead.

Politics symbolized in the game of chess...'Putting stop to the Master's grove.' We always want to be ahead of the other guy.

Mother Earth's breath surges...Her gift for my surrender...

That's why women are so stupid.

I don't know how to deal anymore.

a haiku. R&R

I wrote this for my friend, he's gay and he likes a guy who treats him badly and doesnt feel the same way.

."Sandra stared through the storefront window with glassy eyes." A woman reflects on her past relationship with her daughter as she watches a girl get fitted for a wedding dress inside a bridal shop.

I think if I keep hoping, someday something will happen to me and I will understand everything. Anything. -- A story of a relationship told through memories and thoughts. /femmeslash

For an old, lost friend. May God welcome you, despite your obvious faults

To put this way...

Prom. A defining moment in any high schooler's life. An event that can be the best night of one's life. Or, the last.

it's like sitting in a field with a flower & pulling away the petals to come to a decision

An untitled poem.

I burnt my life down with you and I'm building it back up somewhere else.

The way you talked to me in sultry tones seduced me into your world, and I would've stayed there forever.

And her fingers are in my hair and her lips are too close to my bellybutton and I'm a real dirty son of a bitch.

At your fingertips..

About soulmates : R&R

Innocence never lasts and you miss it when it's gone.

short, but meaningful : have a whack at guessing the meaning of this one :P

A short poem.. it has meaning to me : R&R

I know it's unrequited when you flick your ash at me.

working title Nox finds out that he's half-angel, and in a world where this means that angry archangels try to kill you and demons try to recruit you, half-angel is not something you want to be.

An allegorical poem regarding marionettes. If you manage to figure out what I'm talking about, you may find this slightly controversial. What better reason to read a poem, right? And review. Always review.

All of a sudden, I am aware of your proximity to me.

I've been trying to quit for years. /femmelsash

Carter found out that he has psychic abilities. He's recruited by two different factions. One that wants to destroy the world, and one that is trying to stop them. What will he chose when the world has done nothing but cause him grief?

I can finally see the stars for once. Did they ever shine so bright through a wooden wall?

They don't mean a thing.

contradict yourself

Why don't you ever talk to me?" Well, let me explain...

The things that I am not.

This poem is about how silence can cut you to the core.

My first poem that I have submitted on this site. Just tell me what you think about it. That's all.

I just made it up on writerscafe. :

She was a clockwork orange, a cheshire cat, a terminal girl who didn't need dreams because whatever she wanted, she was.

It's not scoliosis, like they ruled out, or a spinal cyst, like they proved.

And here we go.

I hope you like! - RaBBiT

She's got brown hair, this one.

I can't stay here forever, don't you get it? I'm dying here, dying to say those forbidden words that you can't just keep from me...dying out of desperation for a home.

After a long, arduous journey, Tristan is on the verge of being reunited with her lost love.

Essay. “He drinks blood,” you say. “Of course he's a vampire!” This claim is about as valid as pointing to a guy in a turban and saying, “He's a Muslim. Of course he's a terrorist!" Old Comp assignment. Read and discuss. Flames welcome.

Something was wrong--something hadn't gone according to plan. That was when I opened my eyes.

The music throbs, the bright strobes leaving split-second images of a pulsing throng of people imprinted on my retinas. A snapshot.

But when I'm kissing you, the stars align somehow.

Dali, and Catholic men.

Analyze this. I dare you.

What the hell is he waiting for?

A girl like that has no fear.

“Whore,” he murmurs.

I'm afraid of growing up and it shows.

i don't remember writing this. i really like it, though. kinda morbid.

You can't stop. Not ever. Stop stopping your life over those heart stopping fools. They were stupid to leave you. Or they were right to. But they left. And you keep going. You have to. Poem. Review and I'll return the favor.

."Why else would you keep coming here?" "I don't know. For closure. Or something."

It starts with one.

if all wars ended, would there be peace?

i know, it's a little cliché, but i like it, cuz it's true

please R&R

Hello. This is my first original fic. I used to write fan fictions and decided to write something original. Reviews, please. Thank you.

This is a compilation of all my WCC entries for the Review game. Composed of one shots, stories and poems. Began in May 2009. Enjoy!

I'm watching it from my perch, camouflaged in shades of chestnut and pine.

A short story about a cat chasing yarn.

I wrote this to tell the untold side of war.

Because isn't that what makes us human? /possible ED and SI triggers.

I wrote this when one of my friends told me that her boyfriend was going into the military. I just kinda got inspired. RIP all of our soldiers.

what do you know about me? she asked one day at lunch. /femmeslash

the first poem I ever wrote, grade 8 remembrance day almost 6 years ago. Got a great mark and everyone was very impressed. This poem was the poem that started it all.

Taking one object and writing different stories about it was the assignment. Obviously, I chose a book. And I liked how it turned out.

One of my few poems without rhyme.

I can't say I wasn't skeptical.

So god help me, I'm going to live.

this is a very short kids' story that i hope to one day have illustrated and published. please R&R!

your mysterious shadow like ways

Everyone lives. Everyone dies. I just wish that people didn't have to die in this way. Especially not you.

How much will you give yourself, and how much would you change of who you are.

this is a poem for my boyfriend Josh. this was his real poem. the other was made before i even met him, PLEASE REVIEW! ps, this really happened

Josiah takes his place in the grass and watches her. He decides not to look at her thighs until they are fully healed. It'll be quite a shame if they scar.

A free verse poem about death and its swiftness

A poem regarding my life.

which is your favorite?

Jayden woke up gay one day, literally, and decided that he would make everyone's lives a living hell. Cause he is a giver like that. A story that beats all of those cliche slash stories up. Slash.

What will eventually be a very dark light-hearted story. Reviews are appreciated and I will do my best to return them.

Sad, yes. r&r

One-shot. It wasn’t even nine o’clock, and Grandma Ofie was talking about the end of the world again.

In New York, she suffers in silence.

well, they must hate a lot, cause I had them wrong all along.

a rag doll smile for a rag doll life bending backwards in the failing light..

One for indifference, two for curiosity . . .

I want bedlam. I want the dirt to taste of violence. I want the scarlet signature of devotion riddled in your bones.

A poem about unrequited love...

It started with an argument and fell apart in his death.

When they found her, she promised them nothing. Her existence was an impossibility, and when asked, she always answered the same. I think, therefore...

When you meet someone you have always been taught to fear, can you still leave them to face their pain alone. If people like this one, I may try to continue it.

The voice is telling you something.

It's one opinion at least.

i'm passing 100, some of these will be left out when i publish.

You hear them. You see them. You feel them. But they aren't really there... are they? You don't know. But they know you're there.

Xau, a magician, watches a chess set wage war against itself.

a letter from me to you

Just a piece on some inner thoughts of a teen girl. Reviews welcome.

When Daddy's Day came, the little girl went to school and told her class about her daddy. Family/Angst

I wrote this when I was in a really good mood. It was originally meant to be a song, but I never really got it to sound right, so I'm leaving it as a poem. Anyway, hope you guys like it. It was written for someone who was in my geometry class last year.

Suspense/Angst "I once had this dream..."

Family "This person..."

An angsty poem, that is...

An angsty poem. "I'm sorry, Mom..."

A poem about my dad, who passed away on Dec. 25th, 2000.

During a war I became a killer angel.

When life seems to infect your thoughts. When your thoughts seem to collapse around you. When everything you wanted is all the same what's killing you.

Just some weird things that kids and teachers at my school said and did.

I know it's weak. I know it's dangerous. /SI trigger.

For those of you who need a laugh... or would like to join TUSA....

I'm hiding from the world, because I'm too afraid to be who I am.

Those who leave are never really gone... Sonnet inspired by those I have lost, dedicated to those who have felt the same.

he had me at "stay low."

tonight i'll fly.

for every black hole i find, there is an equal and opposite pill i will not be able to swallow.

backwards. it hurts too much.

i wish i could bring myself to write haikus about nature.

Why can't I be a boy? I sigh, pulling away from her and looking into her blue eyes. No, no, no, no. This is stupid. What the hell am I thinking? It shouldn't matter. It doesn't matter. It's just her and I. Who cares what the rest of the world thinks?

I wrote this poem after hearing that my boyfriend was being shipped to Iraq. I'd heard too many stories of men who went away to war and came home feeling lost in the civilian life. I couldnt let him go through that alone so I went and joined the air force

A young man new to the Marines questions his sexuality, while knowing fully the military's Don't ask, don't tell policy when it comes to homosexuality.

Rain sat at the back of the room. She had no friends in this class. She had no friends in any of her classes. One shot

Why can’t we just keep it at this?

Musings on the "natural order" of things...

This poem was written for a friend of mine that I happen to like, slight f/f Please R/R NO FLAMES ACCEPTED WHAT SO EVER!

Being mad at your father & how he thinks he understands... changed some typos