It won't stop raining.
I could go where there are more people but I'd still be just alone.


InterWorld"The internet is and is not a place... so it is a perfect place for involving quietude." - Kenneth PageInterWorld
I come here every day to slip between the lines of reality and sanity to a place that's only mine
they can take it from me I'll just make it up again but it isn't in my mind and it isn't just pretend
you can see it too, now the world can read it all anything I leave here in my writing on the wall
the world has made another world they cannot touch or feel so why are words I say in here the words that I call real?


Missing You- Find MeI wake up every morning in the queen sized bed with the dark wine red sheets we should be sharing and there's a space to my right a cold place where you're not there. I make breakfast for myself in the kitchenMissing You- Find Me
where you're not whistling, standing there in your bed-head and underwear and asking me if we have orange juice left.
Nobody leaves the toilet seat up
or leaves drips of Listerine and shaving cream on my bathroom counters. I don't make home-cooked meals very often, because you're not here to praise them, or pretend you like them, and lie badly.


HumiliationI was only a child. How could I have known? I thought it was just my feelings hurt. They were Being Mean. So of course I cried. And when I was done crying, it didn't hurt any more, right? I'd forget about it and go play. It's only words. Sticks and stones.Humiliation
It was never even physical, the slashing eyes, the acid snickering, the hateful words loaded with disgust, The agonizing loneliness, the internal bruises left by abusive friends. But they never hit me.
So it never showed. And I never really thought too much about it. I tried very hard to never think about it.
Never t


Teenage PoetryTeenage PoetryTeenage Poetry
I’m tired of teenage poetry Words that ooze sentimentality All the while trying to be overly gory It just doesn’t work anymore Maybe I’m part of the problem All I got are my insecurities There I go again
A poem revolving around me God, I hate teenage poetry H o  


Breathing Woodthe forest purrs with woodpigeons their words are cloud shadowsBreathing Wood
stroking the back of a cat
the trees sigh as air ripples leaves - waves on the surface of a pond
the branches play the flute the clarinet
the dove - even the duck heckles soften


A Poem, By Teacher And BoyI would like a poem please Said the Teacher to the boy.A Poem, By Teacher And Boy
Youll have to make or force me first The boy said to the Teacher.
But only my name is capitalised Which must make it a noun
That means you will have to obey me Said Teacher with a wide toothed grin.
In that case
Said Boy.
No poems out of me.
Now I am indeed a noun I have a name as well.
This means, and you know it, too, Youre not the boss of me.
I can, and will, do what I want WHICH IS DEFINITELY NOT A POEM.  


No-one forgets a good teacher"Listen to me or I'll break your legs" - Steve ThompsonNo-one forgets a good teacher
Dear Sir. Not sir. It's automatic. Sorry Steve. Dear Steve. I'm fed On seven years of autocratic Tiffinisms: "genuflect to teachers." Seven years' emphatic Faire-sans-dire still in my head. Dear Steve. Your style was more dramatic y
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Do all but that which would bring harm to yourself or others.
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"The real difference is that Jo Rowling is a terrific writer and Stephenie Meyer cant write worth a darn. Shes not very good." - Stephen King
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Hold tight in your grasp all the knowledge you can reach
For in your time will it illuminate your path
No matter how dark the night and bleak the times
On the morrow will it shine once more
On those who seek its radiating light
~The Dvorak
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