My best friend and partner in crime wrote me a letter that inspired me to write this poem. This poem is an expression of my unconditional love for him.

an unlovable person doesn't deserve a look like this. poem, one i'm quite proud of.

A series of poems that have nothing and everything to do with each other.

Welcome to Paradise. Emotions are illegal here. Every morning, all citizens must inhale the Purge, a gas that keeps them impassive. Liam Cato upholds the laws and Charlotte Tatum breaks them. This is their story. THE SEQUEL, EMPATHY, IS COMING SOON!

A chilly October night marks a man's final hours. Features a popular antagonist and written in the spirit of Halloween!

On a crisp fall evening, eight teenagers split into two teams to play an innocent game of capture the flag. They play in the forest, on a clear night, and everything starts out normally. Till they hear a horrendous scream and their friends start turning up dead. This turned out much longer then I had hoped it would, so feel free to become bored with it.

This is what defines my existence.

A short poem that's all up to perception; I consider it symbolic in a few different ways. Please R&R! Enjoy!

I throw my bones and wait for the darkness to fetch.

a collection.

She wrote me letters on blotter paper.

Pas de faute dans le titre. Un court poème assez sombre. Vu la longueur, c'est difficile à décrire

This poem is about my neighbor who committed suicide recently.

A short poem about our society, commenting on technology and media.

I couldn't write, so I wrote this.

People in power can easily choose to build or to demolish those who follow them.

All I know is, in the end, I never got to sing my duet with you. And I probably never will.

A collection of haiku about the major and minor Greek gods and goddesses.

.:We'll live with all the maybes:. A collection.

Meet me here.

The stars are in pain tonight; only you and I can hear them scream.

A poem about a pebble. Basically, a pebble skips, skips right along. Then it sinks, and into the darkness it goes. It's skippy life ended.

I watched her through the jars of sunlight she kept on the wall.

Sacrifice your life.

Hiver et la neige ne font qu'un. Je suis d'hiver. Je suis d'hiver alors je dois aussi et suis neige. L'hiver n'est pas la vie, ce n'est pas la tristesse, il n'est pas début. L'hiver est d'hiver, même si je dois être inconnue à cause de cela.

After an accident, Lana worries she might have been infected with Mason's curse. Short story, one off so far.

From individual to indivisible.

you see a dream, you learn of a new tale.

It's when your pants are around your ankles that life comes and kicks you in the balls. It's been a hypothesis of mine for awhile now, and as I look at her thundercloud eyes, I'm pretty sure there's now enough evidence for it to become a bona fide theory.

A young woman alone in New York City. A frightening encounter leads her to her saving grace. One-shot. Please R&R!

I know this is in love but it's a love that has died... from the a girl's POV. 5/13/11 written.

Written in 8th grade for a project about the Holocaust. It's not technically about the war, but that was the closest category I could find. Please R&R.

She never wears her hair down. Short Oneshot.

We all have certain ways we view ourselves.

This is a play that takes place entirely in public restrooms. Dave is obsessed with what's in his teeth, while Jimmy is trying to pee unsuccessfully, thanks to Dave, and in the other restroom the women talk about how Dave is crazy. They're not wrong.

Should've at least looked up..

Based off of a promt in my creative writing class.

If there was a genre "Hate," I'd put this under it. Perhaps "Frustration" may be a better title, because this is just full of random thoughts brought to me by dust particles.

The day patience dearly grieves.

Never again will I fall for you

Un poeta olvidado por las personas escapa a sus versos como ultima opción antes de morir.

Friday

Una canción del deseo de una sirena y el momento de volverse realidad.

Un poema-canción que escribo para ti maestro... para ser tus ojos en este loco mundo moderno. Para Borges...

random drabble

Drabble.

A 100-word drabble.