'But I can't die tonight; because that would mean dying young and when you die young you are only remembered as a tragedy. When I die I want to be remembered as a something.'

lemme tell you, i complain about a lot

this is just real life, plain and simple

So. This is kind of scary. I'm doing something new. A new kind of poetry. One that is happier - sometimes. One that is longer. One that makes less sense unless you're me. If you're me, then it makes more sense than most things. These are strings of fleeting impressions and close-up polaroid pictures of a life. Sometimes it's mine. [If you've read some of the newest stuff(70%-72%) in my collection called tbh you'll have seen some of these already. I'm moving them because they don't fit in there. I'm moving them because I don't fit in here, not anymore] #207 Poetry #636 Random

In which the protagonist of this story writes messages to someone but doesn't deliver them. #365 short story 11/28/14 Copyright © 2014 Perspective_

{sequel to lost} i lost you once. are you here to stay?

This is basically going to be a collection if random poems/thoughts/writings. All of them original (of course). I write a good bit of poetry but I'm not sure if it's good or not, so feel free to critique! Thanks for reading. Enjoy.

Hayley West is not confident, or popular. When she ends up at a masquerade party where she shouldn't be, she takes the opportunity as it comes, being able to be whoever she wants to be, and do whatever she wants to do, including kissing her best friend, Casey Porter, as her feelings were getting stronger for him. Casey Porter has no idea that it is her, and continues to search for her for the next 2 months,and he doesn't take notice of Hayley when she tries to tell him it was her. But when Hayley's other best friend Kian comes to visit, things get out of hand, and interrupt her true feelings for Casey. Will she be able to keep her mask on forever, or will she have to take it off and reveal herself to Casey?