Let's say eternity is an illusionary fantasy land, where time is only a measure of change and you're stuck in the standard orbit. Embrace or imagine extrapolation to the center of the universe and back...retrorockets fire...and welcome to Earth. -TWEAK-

Could we...share the poison apple?

It's about addiction. Read it...I needs no summary.

One psychologist attempts to reach out and save a broken life. Based on real psychological therapy techniques. May contain nuts, eggs, soy protein, real life similarities, etc. Read at own risk.

Reality is only what you make it to be. Welcome to a fragment of mine.

The voices in my head personified....New chapter posted, Wannabe. *Read it.*

...You can't see me, you'll never be me...so how can you judge me so freely?...

Quados Amundae is temporarily insane. FREE CHEESE for EVERYBODY! ...And the squirrels rejoice!

A poem that can't really be summarized....Perhaps I will make it into a song.

Confusion: (kon·fuú·shun) n. A state of indistinctness or error, disorder. Impaired orientation with respect to time, place, or person; a disturbed mental state.

What would you do, if it was you? Would you take everything for granted like you do?

I could be the one who would die to feel you breathe...

Used to feel like a whore...never thought I deserved.

You can't feel my anger, you can't feel my pain, you can't feel my torment, driving me insane...

These two poems go together...

Poems about my desire to be myself, not everybody's individual.

A compilation of poems from a relationship.

Written about my siblings...Most likely only people who know me will understand.

Deceived and oppressed, a burden forever...This poem holds deep significance to me, and describes my depression with hidden meanings.

It means whatever you can get out of it....

...Something I just can't forget, Yesterday I've grown to regret...

The waves of torment have subsided, and now my tears glisten in the moonlight...

Song of night, absorbing light.....invisible loving the thrill.

Caught up in the web...tragic, it seems...tangled and suffocating, nothing motivates me, and I wonder what I can do to get out of this rut...Maybe there is someone who can help me. Is it you?

Watch me crumble with no foundation...

I need someone....someone to help me see, but I'm so alone....anybody?

If it doesn't hurt...then it isn't really love...This is my poem, yet one of my "friends" stole it, and I've recently seen in circulating in emails. I'm the original author.

The peace wrapped itself around me, a strangely sweet trance...Thoughts and pulse slowed as one...Breathing ceased, and blackness filled eternity.

Confusion crippling, fear flowing through ink and words to paint a story...a story familiar, yet unknown to you...

I am a mistake...2 of my first poems...The poems themselves hold deep meaning to me, and I don't expect you to understand. However, if you can get something out of it, my work is worth even more.

Create for yourself....a world with no walls, corners, or nooks....A place with no confinement...to believe.