a tale (told in poem form) of two different people, in a turbulent time and land that forbids love between those as different as them and yet, as similar as them. Will they fight against all odds, or will they wait for a thousand years?

Happiness, Sadness, Anger, Hatred, Love. We all experience these fundamental irrational emotions.  A collection of Poetry and Prose. A kaleidoscope of stories.       

As the title states, this will be a collection of drabbles.  Most of which are either poetry or prose, because I'm not always bothered to write lengthy fanfics. Please don't hate me if you aren't pleased with the writing style etcetc. This is just how it is.  Enjoy! and don't plagiarize any content.  :)

A compilation of poems I've written

I still have to go to school. Even after school I have to go to school. And this is how I feel about it at this point. 

Let words create a beautiful poem Let poetry tell feelings and emotions Let those feelings and emotions become word

This is just a letter to myself. About how I feel.

If you'd take a closer look at me, And listen to what I have to say, You'd know what it takes just to pretend that I'm happy,

Burning. And the smoke has no direction than up. That bothers me.

Exotic Romeos is basically about twelve young men who are looking for their Juliets. All these men have their own distinctive personalities along with the preferences of their dream girls. Note that this is NOT a dating game. This is just an expression of my IMAGINARY guys (Ro

I thought about this for a while, and today, I finally got it.

A poem dedicated for my ultimate bias in EXO. ^_^

none of this happens. yixing doesn't mind. really, he doesn't.

So before I started writing fanfics, I used to write a lot of poems. I don't write them all that often anymore, but I thought sharing one on here would be fun. :)

With us, it's all about pride.

  Sehun is an aspiring poet with no poetic skills at all. Luhan is his bestfriend who can't keep it a secret that he loves Sehun. Sehun has stage frieight, but has to present his poem on Shampoo infront of the enitre school. With Luhan's help Sehun will have to overcome his fear and present his poem.

"...And therefore this lesson concludes that abuse and trafficking happen in America today, to this very minute." "It happens? Here? In America? I thought it was only in - " "You didn't know?" She doesn't know.

perhaps someday...

A story bound reminiscences between us, that will never exist......

For every marvelous gluteus maximus deserves at least a single poem of pure adoration.

If I forget then will the memory stop fading?

  THIS IS YOUR SAFE ZONE

Lee Donghae, the quiet guy, who always kept to himself. He loved poetry and he always kept his journal next to him at all times. He fell in love with a girl who didn't even know it. He watched as she fell in a

DEFUNCTORUM A story in verse Where am I? This foreign place Where all that exists Is you. Only y

  A hundred times I'll write to you In red or green Or black or blue  

Leviticus 20:13 - "If a man lies with a man as one lies with a woman, both of them have done what is detestable. They must be put to death; their blood will be on their own heads."   Romans 1:26-27 - "Because of this, God gave them over to shameful lusts. Even

I want to live in a world in which they do not take me, dead or alive.

Finally posting some of my works so nervous please be gentle

Another poem (^-^) enjoy

Not a fanfiction :) plz don't get too mad XD. I just love writing poetry. 

— Collection of poems. Made out of the roots.  Feelings surged out of the blue. —

My personal view of the world.

Lee Jinki was never Onew. Onew was never Lee Jinki.

I am fifteen, I go home to a place that has a roof, two parents, and freedom. Both of my parents have never laid a hand on me or each other. I am an only child, and I have many rights and privileges in Am

I am fifteen, I go home to a place that has a roof, two parents, and freedom. Both of my parents have never laid a hand on me or each other. I am an only child, and I have many rights and privileges in Am

Haven't you heard of Noah's Ark, the story where God finally was wrath to punish us all? That story is a lie. God doesn't punish us.

You have 59 seconds to live, starting the first word ago.

This is not Sparta, this is art.

What is a woman? To me, a woman is I. And sometimes, I just dislike women.   No hints of feminism here. Just all the s

Fire. One of the most powerful findings of man. The foundation of many other inventions of modern time. Without it, would we have been anything?

Let me bring you back where it all started. Where I started. Adoption. It's a part of me that I can never run from. Because my past r

If all smiles meant something good, why, we'd be the luckiest planet in the nothingness of the universe. God wouldn't destroy us. Because even He wouldn't know we are all sinners.

To not say a thing when you could. To not speak out against evil. To not put those words into action.

I can't keep myself from these bursts of inspiration. Or maybe these bursts of inspiration can't keep themselves away from me. Either way.   Death is horrible until we can get something out of i

Floods of thoughts rush into my head but I can only sift out small phrases. And I fear for the day when these thoughts will all stop.   Parallel to

I can't seem to keep myself away from poems. No matter how much I claim to not enjoy them. Maybe it's because like poems, I think in symbols, not thoughts.  

I never really liked poetry. And I don't have a flair for it. But here's more

Let us not befall. (To the victims our own worlds makes us.)

Poetry wrecks or heals the soul; a couple words can represent a nation. But inspiration powers the world.