Sitting in this Make-Shift Closet, that together as a family we made, I want to hide and cry; and wish this world away, but I cannot for there is much to do; but I ask "why me".

This is actually based on a personal phobia. I have exaggerated with my words, but the basic premise is real to me. Maybe my dark writes have created this fear within me.

Time To Be You.

A teenager wants to get rid of the monster in his closet.

Pondering stuff.. you know how it is.

A poem about forgotten friends and how this girl who feels as if she has been put into the back of a friend’s closet.

A poem written about the pain a girl can go through when left alone, without a friend in sight.

To be in the loop, in the circle, in school no one ever worried about me messing up the curve, I was always going one direction; straight down. Lover’s Loop… shouldn’t be lover’s leap, what you have a problem with me “hanging” out; outside that door is…

Amusing poem about a boy who needs to clean up his room.

No I’m not gay… relax, I guess I should be saying that to everyone but there is something in the closet but not skeletons, not yet. More In The Closet… more than darkness, more than loneliness, how about it ladies, any of you got seven minutes.