Existential novella focused on Greek mythology. Aphasia, the mute. Iris, the winged creature. Abraxas, the unfortunate liar. And Six, the puppeteer. In-depth critique is greatly appreciated on this one.

don't you know, it is my favorite color? i will share it with you. i will hold your hand, but you can't stay here tonight.

I'm pushing all of my boundaries in one sweet and slow surrender.

You're the god of something, anything, and I'm just a dictionary.

It boggles my mind that you hide beautiful things.

I digress, I pontificate. I speak for the sake of speaking, but I never really say what I'm thinking.

Recollection, in particular. I've realized this about myself - I'm prone to slivers in my skin. I must excise my wounds before they fester.. anyways.

We wrote this song for two - for me, and for you.

Or meet me in a haunted hotel.

You are a selfish and cruel being. You aren't allowed to mean anything to me, ever again. C'est la vie. Goodbye.

I wouldn't shoot anybody for you, though.

He is no ocean.

I'm opening a casket I thought I buried with flowers almost ten years ago.

I hunger for you.

I've been cold for as long as I can remember.

I'm at the ocean and I'm cold. Incidentally, thank you for the gloves.

Hey, I guess we turned out to just be birds. Fly away with me?

Flirtatious talk that leads nowhere. Thank you for being my favorite word.

A tiny vibrant flash or spark; a small spark, a barely visible trace.

I'm familiar with the flavor of your lies - to me, it's just another home.

I'm not really mean, or bitter. Just another crazy girl.

short & bittersweet. An unintentional projection of my inadequacy. I meant for you to be something more.

You wanna leave me alone in the dark to withdraw? You don't get the chance again.

Jump back to me anytime - how is this about so many different things and places and people and me's? I hate this, all over again. I'm not good enough, and I'm ready for the oven. Baked to three-fifty, soberly judged. There's too many of me in this body.

Cold winter nights, extra appendages, frosted shiraz, just me and you and everybody else.

A disturbance of the comprehension and expression of language caused by dysfunction in the brain.

Who? The wine-induced mask, or the girl behind? Which one did you know, which one did you fall for? You can't just miss me. I have to complicate everything.

First poem in a few months or years. Heavy language, drug use, and hatred. Read against your own will. Review, if you'd like.

I don't know how to explain this one.

Mutation of emotion.

Full moons fuck you up.

Or maybe it is. I don't know anymore.

Dad hates periods. Maybe because the eighteen missed ones in Mom's life resulted in me, and a brother. Maybe because Perfect Wife is childless at thirty-six and proud when she bleeds. Maybe because his girlfriend just told him she's just missed hers, and he knows what that means.

Ruby! You're too far away. And every home we live in will have a heart secretly hidden.

It's all happening.

Color math, again.

Hungry.

Love me, my graveyard sky.

I dipped my toes into your ocean, didn't I?

What, again? Already?

You know, the ones that live in castle basements, searching for themselves.

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The year the word 'companionship' was invented.

I don't know how you found me at the apex of my rebirth, or where you have been all of my life - I know I was given a sneak glimpse of you, deja vu, and that there are things greater than ourselves called reasons why we have met.

We'll paint the solstice upon our skin.

Oh, Summer Boy, how could we ever expect anything more or less?

Hey there, this is a review for a band I've seen twice in the past week, The New Colors. It does their music no justice, listen for yourselves at www.thenewcolors.ca

I'd sift through your ashes for the feathers to build my wings, but I'm not so patient.

I'm a snake waiting for you, dear.

Years and years cannot erase, replace, eradicate, anything that once was. This is my birthday confession, to you.

I just hope your shears can sever these ties I have to other worlds.

The original 'Sunrise', sunshine, rewritten.

Well, that's unfortunate.

Opposites attract, you say?

I really think I could.

... because if you don't, I'll have to find it in other places.

from somebody that you used to know.

I was just letting you win.

It's not your fault you're unevolved.

You're nothing if you're just another.

Just because I'll run doesn't mean I won't care.

Such is the love life of Thalidomide.

Weren't we supposed to take on the world, together?

maybe if you had a brain, this could have worked.

I never promised you I'd be your wench, viking boy. And you never spoke in quartz lies.

no strings attached, right?

Summer trysts, it was not supposed to happen like this.

We agreed on no strings, little does he know, I'm a marionette.

or, the anatomy of a promise.

1200K in two days. We're invincible now, beb.

I love surviving an apocalypse with you.

'she's got you high...'

Keep your claws out..

Too much, too fast.

She's got me thirsty for her words.

I'm in love with your world, not you.

I should not start writing poetry about you.

No, please, take my scalpel.

Having strep throat and being a forced mute considers you to contemplate other forms of communication. It's rough and raw.

Bad sex with a spider. Let your legs grow in, spiderboy.

It's been so rainy since you left.

I promised you I would always be your shooting star.

blinded by the sun.

and I'm just another werewolf.

It's Monday morning, please put your needles away.

Yeah, you beg me not to leave when you're drunk - but did you know I write poetry about you sober?

Fictional/non-fiction about a childhood experience I had. Changing my name to 'Jenny' was a bit of a play on The L Word, but also escaping from admitting that those feelings were real.

You're always the best she's ever had.

It's no wonder I don't trust men. This is not my best.

I need it from everybody. Even you, are not enough alone.

When I let you walk away, I let them cut it down. Now there's only roots that don't belong anywhere.

You still keep me in awe when I discover your tiny miracles.

Confessions of a teenage drug addict.

You're just a secret I left on a bedroom floor.

Fashioned around Disney's blueprints.

Consummation of hues - the birth of the color wheel.

How many different ways can I say I'm sorry?

I should have known better than to join the circus.

- you have stolen my words.

I'm not reliant on that anymore, either. The things I write of...

I don't know where this spawned from.

I would have ran, too.

we must find a mutual language.

you have eradicated all of the ugly i once was.

i didn't think i'd miss you this much.

but i do still love you, rain.

something old and reworked.

evidence of my neuroses, circa 2008-present, on occasion.

keep calm & burn your wings

it's not what you think. rough, i haven't been writing lately

i don't want to lose your hold on me.

it hurts to hear you feel.

the Prise wishes you to watch over me.

pillow talk.

you're the saddest little angel.

Dedicated to my great-grandmother.

and my lips are bubbling with tequila-kisses.

writing exercise.

we've worked ourselves into another comfortable routine.

I forgot the chords.

we were just children.

and the marching band is screaming out the window. it's time to wake up.

...but not about you.

this is so not me.

there are more important things than zombies.

i'm so weak when it comes to you.

i cannot believe you have me jealous of nature.

they call it body language, and we are fluent. this is.. me. and now I can admit it.

the moon is not enough.

Love is fickle and crawls through our veins. As much as you don't want to believe, both people end up hurt.

you're breaking my Richter scale

oh those summer stars!

who will be the king & queen of the outcast teens?

we all end up giving in.

it's better when you're not there.

what if you were the only thing holding me down?

you make me want to listen to Royksopp and not look at you.

A seamster is a male seamstress.

you confessed to me that you dream in binary.

the seconds themselves trickle past like hours, and every day since you've been gone has been years to me.

alcohol does not equal love.

they can save or ruin your life.

Personal Sex Surveys - make we ask you some 'personal' questions?". The most influential year of my life, influential person/best friend/lover I could ever ask for. Hey there, this one's for you.

the summary of mine and my ex's breakup. I suppose you could call it mutual.

secrets left on bedroom floors."

she answers to only one name.

not 100% sure on this one, but still cute. It'll be edited in time.

feels like pins and needles in my heart'

i never meant for it to be this.

your fingers have no use to me anymore.

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and happily ever after.