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  • Column: Is it time to say goodbye? at allpoetry
  • Column: Your Personality Profile at allpoetry
    Our school uses the Naviance program to help with the college process. The personality analyzing thing actually really amused me. They always do, really. So, do you think it sounds like me?
  • Column: Story Idea Blurbs at allpoetry
    I have quite a few story ideas, some of which are admittedly more developed than others. However, whenever I have too many projects running at once, the result is that none of them get done, rather than one or two merely being left by the wayside. So in h
  • Column: Apathy at allpoetry
    You don’t care if you die. It’s not important anymore. So I guess you’re not suicidal anymore, death’s missionary so desperately seeking ANY way to add to the number of souls forever lost in limbo. But at the same time, you don’t care if you live. It’s ju
  • Column: Not finished at allpoetry
  • Column: You will never be forgotten at allpoetry

    You will never be forgotten
    A million days could pass us by
    But what is time but just a dream
    Oh I still feel you here with me
    You’re more than a memory
    Oh you will never be forgotten
  • Column: I can't stop this feeling at allpoetry
    I guess this is what it's like to be human.. I hate it.
  • Column: Twisters at allpoetry
    So I had this dream last night. I know, I know, I talk about my dreams alot. But usually in poems. But this... Can't be ranted about and sifted through with pretty words and a rhyming scheme. I can't find a purpose, a story. It was just a weird, scary thi
  • Column: What is it about him? at allpoetry
    Everyone asks me why I bother, why I care, why it hurts so much, why I don't just get over it and move on. Well, I can't do that.. and I'm not sure why myself.
  • Column: I'm no coward, but-- at allpoetry
    I guess there's no point in denying I'm scared.
  • Column: You Don't Know Me At All at allpoetry
    You're the one who told me the eyes are the windows to the soul, and either mine have fogged up or you don't care to look inside anymore, because when I tell you I don't want to talk, you no longer see that I really do but know you won't listen. I push yo