Explosive_Pen

A/N: This originally had a prologue, but after much thought, I decided to take that out. If you guys think it should have a prologue, I'd be happy to post ...

A/N: In chapter four, the new character's name is Riley. It was originally Braxton, but I ended up changing it (long story; please don't ask). If you see a part ...

A/N: This is for lucyy’s contest. I picked the meadow scene from Twilight (an icky book [sorry Twi-fans] but I intend to have my fun). So… Enjoy! Characters: ~Bella = ...

A/N ~ Sorry for the French at the end, but it was written for my French teacher. "Les papillons d'or" means "golden butterflies." Memories float in the air, Like butterflies ...

Floating through the cosmos Like paper dolls with wings. Our hands are intertwined, But we slowly slip away. The space between our closed palms Like the space between our hearts; ...

A/N: This is the first poem I've written in over a month, so I'm sorry it's rather, um, odd? Inspired greatly by the cute guy at Starbucks. Hello,I’d like to ...

Driving through the trafficked streets,Backed up at the top of the hillAnd we can see for miles (and miles).All the way across the Sound –There. Can you see ConnecticutMiles (and ...

Salty seas and golden days,Drifting in an ocean filledWith drops of melted sunshine.Carved by waves of manicDelight, bleached by seconds ofStillness. Until I am strippedBone bare, ivory white andMarbl

They live in a tiny world Of empty space and gravity, Of zip-zip motion and crazy eights. They come in huge numbers That we have no names for, And they live to break apart bonds. We’d ...

I worshipped the golden days of autumnWhen cinnamon spice speckled the treesAnd the sky crumbled into itself.The smell of pumpkins thickened the air – Like a jaundice-colored drugPainting my eyelids

So... I've never written in third-person before, so I think I need some help with the point of view stuff? Thanks. ^^Prologue The canyons sing to Sage. Down near the ...

Down by a river with a medieval nameLike Past Regrets or Doom,I stare at the reflection ofMy same hollow eyes and queasy smileAnd mud-brown angry brokenness.“You’re ugly,” I whisper-shout, scowl

The past is a glove compartmentIn a run-down Chevrolet – A place to bury broken trinketsAnd take the occasional peek At what we thought was treasure.I’ll drive down this road ...

So I'm aware that after such a long absence, I have absolutely no right to post anything. but this is my first idea in months, and so naturally I couldn't ...

Inspired of course, by the wonderful band. Particularly a stanza in this song: haven't written poetry in forever so I need serious help. Thanks.The crows on the wire Make their ...

Yes, three parts. You can review one, you can review them all, but I would like some help.I.Metal lips on my skin,Lipstick red pouring out,Oh why can’t you save me,Why ...

Darling, take my hand in yours,Lace up your shoes, lace up our fingers,And let’s dissolve into the starlight.Let’s intertwine on the tips of wordsThat never did stumble off our tongues,And ...

I find that words don’t seem to fitIn the gaps between our fingers andUnderneath my wasted spaces likeThe crinkles around my eyes and mouth – And here we go again ...

Considering that I don't write much lately, I'm thoroughly out of practice. Tear it apart, I need some serious help. My fingers search the space between usFor the stars that ...

You complete me when you destroy me,When I tear myself apart To exterminate the person You wouldn’t want me to be.Your smile makes me squirmMakes me ache and dig my ...

I can’t stop runningbut I don’t quite knowwhat I want to leave behindor what I’d like to find.And I can’t seem to figure outjust where you fit into that.You’re in ...

We sit on a blanket counting the stars:One for you and me and all the loversThat ever knit themselves into this earth.I examine the fraying patchwork of our hands,Once woven ...

A/N: This was origanally freeform... I'm not sure how I feel about the line breaks, so please let me know if they work or not. Thanks =]I’ve been to worse ...

This is so raw and scatter-brained and in serious need of help. Something this personal isn't something I'd normally post, so I apologize if it seems odd. That said, I ...

I watched your face light up like New York City when I came homefrom wherever I used to be. I used to be mine, all mine, until youstole me away ...

He and I share everythingfrom glass jars filled with hopeswritten on torn paper edgesto the last slice of pizzaon rainy Friday nights. We even share our skinsas we press our ...