- Last seen on Oct 25 4:08 PM. Member since March 22, 2008.
- I am a 17 year old person
- I have 4 comments, 99 poems, 3 stories, 3 journals
Stories I'm focused on
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Lying on the floor my hands grasping on my sides. I can't breathe every breath i attempt to take is choked off by this invisible pain crushing my insides. I cant sleep-everytime i close my eyes i see her..i see her face and h300 words, 2 comments, March 30, 2008. In Drama, First person, Pain, Personal, Sad, Short story, Unfinished
My Stories
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1000 words, March 23, 2008. In Science fiction, Young adult
My Poetry
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love was suppose to be for eternity
but you lied, you left -
100 words, 6 comments, November 8. In story, comedy, Humor, Life, My own style, Happiness, Freewrite, Dedication
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- let me rest in peace at allpoetry
Some times i wish i were a vampire that way i cant feel they physical pain
other times i wish i had a cold hear thay way i cant feel the emotional pain - B*tch at allpoetry
Bitch
I feel like im living in a god damn concentration camp - hate you (dedicated to my gays parents) at allpoetry
Hate you
I jus wanna live
My journal entries
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three things ive noticed bout myself that either can be good or bad. 1 1.) i am very protective of the ones i love, so that means if anyone messes with those people i come after them and whoop their ass 2 2.) i can be very sweet anOctober 15, In Diary, First person, Life, My life, My own personal thoughts, Nonfiction, Personal. 200 words. → Make first comment?
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i regret list 1 1) my parents - the fact that they hate im dating a girl 2 2) i regret cheating on the very girl i love the most and the fact that i cheated on her with a guy 3 3) i hate that i always break promises to her 4 4)im a horrible monster for ever hurting her in the first place 5 5)August 23, In My life, My own personal thoughts, Pain, Personal, Real time, Sad, Thoughts. 100 words. → 4 comments, Add one?
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i remember going to skool in 8th grade every day even in the spring with long sleeves on jus to cover up the cuts i inflicted the night before, reopening the healing ones again. i hated it but yet i was addicted to it, it was like i culdnt stop it no matter how hard i tried or how far i threw that blade away it alwaJuly 31, In First person, Life, My life, Pain, Personal, Sad, Thoughts. 200 words. → 6 comments, Add one?
