You think you aren't pretty,/ But what am I to do? / I've never seen you before, / But I think I love you. My first short, sweet, plain poem about a guy (who's an awful poet) in love with the girl who he's been writing to for the past six months, every day. But, can you really fall in love with someone you've never met? It's hopeless, but...you can. R&R!

It was published under a different title—that really put me off, but hey, whatever. I wrote this in retrospect of an incident that took place. I screwed the one person closest to me, but I didn't think he'd understand what I said. When he went into a day-long depression, I became miserable and decided to never scold him so terribly. This is something that came out during that time.

This is my most famous article yet—it's got the highest amount of publicity. I used to have a best friend whom I was super-close to, but sometime during tenth grade, she started drifting away from me, and before I knew it, we were on different astral planes in every way except the literal sense. And things finally boiled down to this, and...read, and let me know if you can relate.

I wrote this at the end of the emotional last day of tenth grade, full of my feelings. It's about what it feels like to truly put the past behind you, to be excited about a new beginning, to miss the ones you hold so close but eagerly await for those who will accompany you in this new chapter of life. It did get published :) , so I'm pretty happy.

In the light of my failed attempts on stage-and there are many, trust me-this is what came up. This one got published in the national newspaper, although it had a really weird picture accompanying it...I didn't put it there, though. Those guys just...whatever. Read and enjoy!

An article on my take on Friendship day which was published in the national newspaper. Hope you enjoy.

She had been forbidden from seeing him again. It was for his own good, they said. Now, upon her grandmother's death, she had become the new Queen of Spirits, and it carried the inevitability of coming back home-to him, to their love, to all the bad memories. But who's waiting for her back home-her lover, or the man who murdered her mother? My first and most dearest romance! -

-"Hey, Kyrie," Nick called out, gulped at the acidically sweet look his wife threw at him. Ignoring it to the best of his abilities, he turned to Kyrie. "Remove your clothes." Only Kyrie remained undisturbed by that. "Why?" she pouted. "Don't you like them?" Nick pretended to glance at the white Tee and jeans Kai had got on her, and grinned like the devil he was. "Nah."-

What happens when you get a phonecall which isn't meant for you? You...become rich? An english assignment where I had to write a story beginning with "An alien ship landed in the clearing..." or with the ending "I wish I'd never spoken to that stranger." Guess what I did. (Aliens? So not my thing!) R&R, guys! T 'cause I'm paranoid

Whoever said loneliness was a cold, cold place is an effing SOB. It's not. It's the most painful feeling in the world. I would know. A little something that happened to me long ago, but popped into my mind today. Enjoy.

Part of the 9: Death collection. He's ugly, grotesque, a world-renowned painter. She's beautiful, angelic, his muse. He's in love with her, she doesn't know. But what does he do when she asks him to paint her and her fiancee, and give it to them as their wedding gift? Long, over the top, but totally worth it.

Part of the 9: Love collection. My first-and only-purely love-centric poem about two lovers meeting after a long time. Came in the newspaper twice, so hey, it's pretty good. Enjoy!

It's a poem I wrote from the images I got while reading a DBZ fanfic-add that with my friend's betrayal and my two-month long depression, and you've got The Demon in Me. Part of the '9: Death' collection, rated M for intensity and graphic descriptions of gore. There really wasn't a category good enough to put this in, and 'War' came closest. My best poem yet.

I'm an international swimmer shadowed-throughout my life-by an invisible devil who hates me, is unable to kill me and saves me every time I'm thrown in the path of death and danger. But when I jump into an empty pool with a concrete base with the entire world watching, it will save me...right...? Story 2 of the '9: Death' Collection