A short video I made with my characters from a novel I'm writing on Papa Roach's 'Last Resort.' . Please R&R.

I have a little dark cloud that follows me , everywhere I go , takes over me...

Summaries won't solve anything but what it inspires to you.Believe whatever,read if you want.I honestly don't care.

She knew in a way she'll end up like this, she wondered if she didn't came here with this exact purpouse.Hollywoodian dreams anyone ?

This poem is based on the story with the same title I wrote. A young woman and young men , they all play each other on their fingers, never knowing who fools who.

Tired souls , alone on a silent street with only a neon light as a companion , but they are happy , for they found rest.

This is probably gonna piss off many religious people .

I am warning you , this is wierd. Based on a dream.It has a deeper meaning , or maybe many , but what deeper meaning - that's left for you to know.

Next thing she knows, she's in the hospital with cuts and bruises she doesen't know from where she'd got...

Whatever feeling or memory it may inspire inside...it's up to you

They always manage to kill some souls.

Highway outlaw.They never obey the rules.So they know one day a bullet will put them down.

One day they realize they like each other in a different way.But they're blood related. A soft story written in the rythm of blues.Trying to write a bit different, so please review.1st Chapter posted.

Somewhere around 1789 someone falls in love. A servant on a noble young girl. The problem is that the servant is also a girl. F/F slash.Please Review.

Have look in one day of a courier's life. Not the courier you might think of tough...Contains some words and some visual images, but do not be worried, they're not that bad.Please R&R

Leave everyone you care behind to be free and speed up on a highway . For all real cars and motorcycles lovers,street racers and drifters out there.1st part Posted.Please R&R.

The place I hide in .

What my heart longs for .

It's just a difference of age , but people tend to overreact and make it something against the laws of mind.But it's not.Ever heard of Passion ? Please R&R

My zodiac sign with its roots in my life.

I ate a Butterfly last night

A short letter for my kid brother that is not here with me .He never really was . But I know he watches me.

"She could feel his smell in the air" . Spirit in your mind and strength in your arms , eyes of a panther,climb the hills into the woods you, wolf hunter...

No one loves you and no one loves me either.Let's fall in Darkness's arms.

About us, becoming just machines in their hands.

The night I was forced to give up boxing.

Written for all the Hackers, Crackers,Cypherpunks, Phreakers and Black Hats out there

Poems.The poems I write , rolled up in the ones I called Crimson Series.

Dedicated to the ones that I admire ever since I can remember.This time dedicated for the soldiers that fought and for the ones that died in World War II and Vietnam.

Two words : Illegal races.Cars , motorcycles,anything you want.you're going to have almost every genere here except for romace.Rated because of language and some violent situations in future chapters,rating may go higher.Please R&R.

I don't know what summary would be appropiate for this poem.Read it if you want.Warning:contains violent scenes and the poem itself it's a mention at/for killing.Written while listening Rammstein's "Feuer Frei".