So . . . I'm on Fictionpress. Swanky.

Yes, this is Psykiapa. Teh "grand masteir". Nevermind.

Erm . . . onto serious poetic shit.

For through my heart nevermore did I steer,
The darkness creeping in,
for light, I did see a pier
And no longer through blood do I steer.

Yes, I am morbid. No, I am not a serial killer. I only stab the paper with my pen in order to fully grasp the meaning of "bleeding hearts". And I would like to kill the evil slashbutton. *nodnod*

Ph34r! For I kill naught but with words,
And evermore to dub thee "wordsmith"
And effervesce naught but here, a bird,
Flocking to my dauntless myth.

I think I very well may have some issues.

*kisskiss*
Psykiapa

Quote of the Day: Evermore do we fear the dreamer, for we do not understand them any more than a person thrust into the wild unknown. 

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1. Catharsis

Well, I wrote these on the same day. I was having some real issues with my breakup and needed somehow to express myself. Let the blood rain.

Life - Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst/Poetry - Chapters: 1 - Words: 164 - Reviews: 0 - Updated: 4-18-04 - Published: 4-18-04

2. Epilogue to a Murder

Cicero Zetetes is on the biggest case of his life. He not only has to figure out who did it, but how sane the woman was at the time of murder.

Mystery - Fiction Rated: T - English - Mystery/Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,002 - Reviews: 0 - Updated: 9-24-03 - Published: 9-24-03