i'm the type of girl
who will hold out hope
that even after my flowers die
and become withered
and black
they'll become beautiful
and revive once again
and i'm looking for a boy
who will remind me
to water the flowers everyday
*n.d.

she waited forever
for someone to come along
and rewrite her biography
but no one ever did
and she was just a minor character
in her own tragedy
*n.d.

there once was a man
and he was different
and all he wanted was to be normal
and he spent his whole life
pretending to be simple
and wishing to fit in
and not knowing that others
spent their whole lives
only wanting to no longer be normal
pretending to be different
and wishing to stand out.
*n.d.

i cannot fathom
the (i'd)ea
of you (go)ing away
and leav(in)g
me here,
i(s)olated ,
unable to st(an)d
by mys(e)lf.
*n.d.

why can't i delete poems ugh **** this

dip my pen tip into my subconscious
use my imagination like ink
continue writing chicken scratch
   on my paper.
these stupid, meaningless little words
simply an insufficient medium for
   my thoughts

*n.d.