My thoughts began to wander backwards, journeying years and years into the past. I couldn't help but cry. I didn't want to remember. So here I am, with a bag slug over my back carrying my radio staring up at the school's glass front doors as my hand gripped the crowbar tighter. I just need get rid of the images in my head.

'til death do they part.

The distant rattle of shaking cans gives warning as you pass under the bridge tonight, alone. Summary's bad but I promises its much better. R&R

The worst is over, the worst is yet to come. You just have to tell the little girl. * The man she mentions is the grim reaper - the man who collects the dead

They color me in different, with unwanted paint, and cold staring eyes. This is the gray area, the shaded region, to which they toss me in.

Remember the things that we lose with every second of life we have, breath we take.

Do not let me go.

She wanders the forest in search of a wolf. The girl dressed in red.

Im sitting out here for one reason, and i cant help but hope to see what i wish to see. Its going to be good.

This is the purpose i strive for, will die for, and hope that those who know me will understand my twisted road of life.

She is a weapon. She is a phone.

He forgives me tonight, that impossible man, but tomorrow is a different matter.

We are all helpless, in the night.

Ive been taken advantage of, plenty of times. I'm done suffering because of you.

She is everybody and no one. Hook up to the circuit, she's been forgotten.

I wrote this poem in English this morning, please tell me what you think. It's about Anorexia and Bulimia; Ana and Mia. This is a personal poem and I just wanted to show you what it's like, having an eating disorder for three years.

This is the cause of my strife, my hurt. Listen to his call. This is real, and it makes me suffer to put it in words.

I can see straight through her, as much as she denies the fact. Her front does not fool me, and she better know that.

"Sometimes, I look out my window and believe that the world is ending. I hear sirens, and I hear dogs howling with the sirens, and I close my eyes and think, 'This is it.'" Please R&R

I live, breathe, think, and stay in a box. Trapped by its inescapeable clutches, this scrap of paper is my only freedom and only wish.

Words written by shaky hands while tears roll down my face, crashing to the white below.

She is the cause of my plague, yet the bindings that keep me whole.

A single moment of peace.

I am surrounded by four walls, not for the world to be protected from me, but I from them. They know the danger of a single story, and the power I possess.

I was minding my own business when she showed up. I didnt even know her...

Im locked inside of it and cant get out.

I warned them to not look. now they are dead, and soon enough, so will i. its a bit different than my other stuff but thats ok, that is what makes it all the more fun. R&R

This is quite sad, its a different take on assisted suicide and how sometimes its okay then the second chapter is the response of the person left behind.

The reason why I write, and keep to myself. R&R. Goes off on a bit of a tangent but oh well.

The first song i ever played. Writing exercise for poetry club at my school. Comments?

Okay this may sound depressing, but this is a very personal tic for me. I cut once when I was young and I felt that I needed to write something after seeing all the bullying going on everywhere.

I'm not perfect, But I wouldn't want to be you.

Check my pulse. Does it still beat? Is there air in my lungs? Take me away. R&R

well... r&r i rate everything T

You can't run from the Nightmares forever.

What more can be said.

My insight on our lives and what we choose to be true. This format is unlike my other works. Opinions?

Twisted words that bend and control people's minds.

Behind the words on the page.

Where were you when I needed you? When I gave up hope of you being there, where were you? AN: Written as two people, first person uses you, second uses I.

Its beautiful...

I calmly put my hands around her and softly whispered in her ear "You are safe with me". R&R. Very different from my other works but i thought, why not try something new. Feedback?

lost and misunderstood

a hidden secret that no one can know.

I'm empty, in pain, and hurt inside. Thats all i feel.

It's in each of us and cause us to do the things we do. R&R

Cause and effect. Truth and lies. There cannot be one without the other. For there has to be balance. R&R

Its a story about daydreaming and how my mind wanders. it might sound bad but i promise its better that what i make it out to be. R&R

deals with sexual abuse/harassment. I got more angry as I wrote this. Can be read with or without the brackets.