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

because everyone tries to fix things that aren't broken and only ends up hurting themselves, don't we. pillow book c.

Too short." He said.

To see you dead.

That's a stupid feeling./I'm done apologizing./

she had skin like old paper.

a burnouts pillowbook

we don't run.

Tinkerbell made it look easy.

Inked.

can't come up with the sentences

instructions for loving her. pillowbook

Sometimes, abuse makes you stronger than you ever thought you could be.

a pillow book. about summertime, a girl happily in love, and the chaos of life.

I am the sense of belonging that comes with being an outcast... I am every line of this poem that refuses to flow or rhyme or make sense.

if you can't hold yourself together, why should i hold you now? /pillow collection #2/

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

And so you my wolf are standing here, tongue lolling from manic smile, You stare at my newly skeletal form, Growling lughter all the while And so you my wolf are standing here, insanity plain to see, And even as you howl for freedom... R&R

9th grade. I was very tired, it was late. So, i decided to experiment. I wrote this barely awake. It's unusual I wonder if thoose were subconsous thoughts i was having.

My sister gave me a challenge. Mockingly of course, but I tried it anyways. Two different poems in one. Please enjoy... or try to.

After a near miss.

One-shot. This is how Cinderella gets over Prince Charming when he leaves her for sixteen-year-old Snow White.

i'm not so good with words...

A short poem showing life from different points of view.

with any luck, we will.

Bee is a normal fifteen year old girl until one day her brother Alex and her walk home in the dark and Alex is killed. Bee doesn't think she will ever move on, but her four best friends and several others are there to help her still be Bee.

think on my feet? darling, i can hardly even stand. a pillowbook.

for you, from me. because one sentence would not be enough.

has no time for romance.

i married kyle when i was five years old [do you remember me?]

This poem is about trying to define 'love'