"Black"

"A boy, struck by the tragidy of his mothers murder is forced to face life with the constant blame of his mothers death on his shoulders. The burden, proving to heavey for the child, brings about a swirl of depression and confusion to his life. Just as things seem to dive to the world seems to hard to bare, a littl ray of sun light beams into his dark world."

In the Dark

"It's about depression though I will add more yet about other such issues and ultimately, overcoming them."

Nothing At All.

"First off, I'm not suicidal, I'm sure you've all written something that's not true, it's the same as that. Next off, yes it's about depression and suicide, but it's much more than that, I want you to find out what else is in this poem."

Ennui

Darkened Dreamsmature

"n\a"

Depending How Dark The Skies

"I'm beginning this, not knowing where it is going..."

Given Way to Darkness

Living Grave

Holding Onmature

I Saw You Today

"A better title suggestion would be greatly appreciated :)"

My Dark Secretmature

Tales From Another Broken Home

"This is a story about a very real problem that I struggle with myself. Depression. Please read this, and if you know if anyone who deals with this, ask them if they're okay. And when they say, "Oh, I'm fine," look them in the eyes and say, "Tell the truth.""

Golden Saviour

Best friendmature

Slash slash slashmature

"I would just like to point out this is not taken from personal experience but my imagination and the experience of a friend."

World outside my mind

"I don't know yet...."

The Modern Diseasemature

"Lily, a British, upper-middle class university student wants a taste of the life of "poor society" and invites herself into 21st century Bohemia. Has she bitten off more than she can chew?"

The Problematic.

"Becca Johnson seems like your average teenage depressed girl. But all it takes is a good boyfriend to get her out of her shell and show her real self. But when tragedy strikes things in this small town become weirder and weirder by the minute. Becca finds herself wondering who on earth is she and is she really where she belongs. How far will she go to discover the secrets in this continuous unravelling story, ? ? ?"

My finely woven hands will inherit your heart/Minn hárfínt fletta hendur vilja öðlast þinn hjarta

"I'm trying to teach myself a bit of Icelandic (And what better way than making poetry out of it?), so forgive my grammar and any corrections would be appreciated :). It's quite a beautiful language I think. Proper accents and some letters I don't have on my keyboard unfortunately, but I might do it manually later. (Edit: added these. Good thing too, since pungbaer means jockstrap hahaha.) If anyone has interest, I'll send them a translation for the last bit..."

The End of Everything

"I really have no idea why I wrote this. But oh well, I'd love the constructive critisism!"