Chromaggia

My Stories

  • It hardly seemed fair. Why couldn't I have just let her fall to her death? Stupid boy. It's not like she even remembers you, so why do you even bother? She'll never love you again. She'll never be yours. / Why did I f
    1000 words, June 6, 2007. In First person, Other
  • Thirteen years pass and his memory still remains a painful reminder of what could have been...[WiP]
    1100 words, June 6, 2007. In Dark, First person, Love, Other

My Poetry

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  • Though Avarice holds tight to all
    The diamonds I hold mean more than mere sums.
    <100 words, 1 comment, April 28. In Other
  • I hoped and prayed for a day to come when love would be granted unto me
    And yet...
    <100 words, 1 comment, April 24. In Other
  • I used to fancy myself as a glorified child of logic
    Always calculating and firm
    <100 words, 1 comment, April 22. In Other

My other items

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  • There's Nothing Like It at allpoetry
    It's funny how alone one can feel in a dark room with nothing more than that familiar glow of a computer screen. It's not that I'm complaining. It's that I'm stating a feeling. There's nothing but utter loneliness in staying
  • Untitled # 5 at allpoetry
    She has skin of porcelain and bright stars for eyes. / A river of honey-silk tresses flows down her back in exquisite curls down her her narrow waist / Legs that go on for days and curves that would make any man cry are

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