Song, not poetry. Anyone can play with the words and chords to see if they come up with something if they like it enough; I have a hard time getting past the point of simply writing the words, but I'm alright with that.

Mish-mashed ideas of the world.

Edward is afraid. But, what exactly is he afraid of? Is it possible that his greatest fear is himself? A short story that I wrote way back in 9th grade. The language is mediocre, but the story is, for a 15 year old, well developed. Enjoy:)

He raises his head from the confines of his hands. "Do you believe in love at first sight?" he asks. "Yes. Yes I do believe in that," I answer.

Besides the fact that it is really annoying, it also makes me really sad when a girl thinks that she is ugly, and doesn't know how truly amazing she is. This took me a while to write, but I think it is worth it.

Pretend away...

Dedicated to my eight grade class.

Some people think change is moving in a circle

a muse I had - two quartets. Tell me what picture I painted in your mind.

At this moment, it is unclear, even to me, whether I am growing stronger or weaker. Please R&R.

About being yourself and not part of some group

I made a choice to abstain from self-harm for as long as I could. Living with that choice, abiding by it, is something completely different.

Sort of a companion piece to "Believe". I wasn't very happy when I was writing, and once finished, that poem. I felt it didn't really encompass what I wanted it to fully exemplify. Though, from the review I received, it did; I felt it could be better.

Always, always running

A poem about looking, but not really seeing

He was the petal—lonely, forever alone and it never had a place to rest except for floating around its nest.

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I only want one life.

A piece of advice on how not to run scared. Please review.

To a girl I liked in my life after a bad breakup.

There are just some kinds of people in this world, / That live and love the pain. / These are people just "different" / And aren't regarded as sane. *This one ran away on me... : *

Dreams provide an escape from reality. Easy to succumb to, they are too tempting for one girl to resist.

Anything will do. Just give me something to remember.

Welcome to it.

There's a million ways to die.

A world full of thoughts from then and now, do they cross over, can you hear the then? Or just now?, Too much has passed for there never to be an echo. Your reviews will be most welcome. Thank you. PL.

Reading saved me from myself and all the hate; especially in elementary and middle school. Kids can be so cruel. "The words give her the distance she needs; the books are her saviours, without them she bleeds."

A short poem about the truth of taking a life.

Short poem about the horror of The Columbian School Massacre, told from the point of view of Jules Schnurr, surviver.

The Lament of a Zombie as he trudges through his final days, loathing his unnatural existence. Rated T for slightly violent metaphors.

Flood my life.

Can a dork like me ever find love?

Your holding too tight.

Oh be my heart and all I keep inside, and be the spark that keeps my heart alive.

Sweet little love poem

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

Trapped moment.

Being in a daze is almost like you're spellbound

It's time to let you go.

A girl reminisces about a love lost in a car crash.

Wrapped in a little crash, can’t believe I gave up so fast...

Through the darkness, you call to me...

Tera screams, September sings, and the world ends. There might have been a purpose for the misery, if only meaning was consequential.

Free-Verse. Conpanion-poem to "Because" and inspired by the same DC-couple. Also inspired by a DC fanfic titled "Happily Ever After". Rating for refrence to violence.

This was from a particularly dark part of my life.

If you were to take a look thru the book she protects, you might find something isn't right... if only you would take a look. -about abuse-

I'm too vulnerable like this Mostly to you ... You say you'll protect me, but you're gonna end up hurting me more than they do.

Is there anyone for whom I'll stop for, And have the confidence to know it's right? -inspired by Secondhand Serenade-

I have known people who yell and shout, blaming God, shaking their fists. But you want to know a secret....?

A little something I wrote as I thought upon the battles during world war 2. Short, only three verses. Not my usual work.

From a soldier's point of view.

she tried to tape it back together with poetry, but not even metaphors can heal a heartbroken poet.

It used to be so hard.

I don't claim to be an amazing writer but these do tell my story in a way. It shows you how teenagers really think.Read and review please.

Don't think me heartless, for I agree that love is a good... but does it remain so, when others must bear it's burden without feeling it's touch? A different take on love.

LOVE STARTS WITH FRIENDSHIP. A girl has fallen in love with her best friend. The feelings she get when she's around him are unexplainable. Find out what she's thinking whenever they are together. Please R&R!

On a special night you can see... R&R!

Love comes at a cost. I was willing to pay that cost. Even in the end.

Loosing yourself soo deep.. your nothing but a hollow shell.. Hinted almost death.. its pretty dark Read and Review

you were never mine, as much as I wish you were....

A poem.

Here you are again....

After you break up, but it's not how you figure things go when you meet them again, is it?

Opening yourself up to a new person, someone you are willing to give yourself to

Think of the boy with the emerald eyes

Actions say one thing, but the heart is much louder.

It's split into two sides over you.

Cliche? Yes, please!

Because I'm not sorry, for not being you.

About this person I couldn't get out of my mind. He was everywhere I was.

I'd really hate to be you, sweetie, when my friends find out who this poem is about.

Salmon who swim down a stream only for an unseen volcano to erupt and boil the water

I remember everything about you and I always will. I love you, and I don't want to forget you.

My friends who happen to be girls wanted me to read a piece that made me cry. Nothing by anyone else has worked, but this did make me cry a little . Maybe 'cause I could picture it better. Anyway; it might become a story or just stay a standalone piece.

Don't give animals baseball bats

I always wanted to write a poem that was mad related so thats when i mad this one i hope you all like it as much as i do! Please review!

A poem about a longing for love.

Something I wrote back in the day, as how a couple can perceive love in two different ways, but it's up to interpretation on how its viewed.

I changed so I am different from what they remember

When everything is said and done letting go is the hardest thing.

Have you ever known one of those people who is always happy and spunky and perfect? And then something goes wrong and she completely falls apart? I have, and this is just my way of letting You know, that you are and always will be amazing

."If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all of my life." Waiting for lost loves, even when you don't think they'll come, is a heartbreaking affair...

same as last one i put on here..lol just please read it...i really like this one.....well....idk..juss read plz...btw it's a diff poem..i meant the summary is the same as last one.....

Another poem I wrote late at night. Please review?

This is a love poem for my girlfriend.

a woman's obsessive love leads her to paint her lover bloody violet.

A poem. Please read and review.

If you ever wanted to read a catchy, fast paced poem about zombies, this is the one for you...

An type of angsty poem, the one my sister would call "stupid emo poem." It's what someone feels when everyone else has abandoned them.

I could no longer hate him once I saw that he burned too. First in a series of love poems.

I loved him, I trusted him, I needed him.

A poem about a manatee... I was bored, lol.

Whee bad poetry! R&R Flames welcome.

When a stranger shows up in a town where strangers have not been seen in years, what will be the result? And just who is she anyway?

Written when I was 13, for the first one to stir me. Girls, don't you wish all men talked like this?

Written in '92, after the death of a small child.