Edited: The show never waits for you, raping your sanity even if you were trying to write your catharsis with one last breath.

About wondering if a guy was telling me the truth about his reasons for turning me down; and asking why he bothered to lie. I like it. Bitter then, yes. Bitter now...not as much.

Friendship comes and goes, but the memories rarely fade...

Aww.. Isn't it so sad? This paper plane is too full of creases and too broken to fly again. Pity my heart.

This is probably my most poetic, well, poem, that speaks about this particular subject. It's the story of my depression and my coming out of it... written as almost a sonnet.

I wrote this song for Minihaha (that's her pen name, not her real name...), a friend of mine who's been going through a rough time lately. Yesterday she was suddenly in a good mood, and I was so happy to see it I put it down into music and words...

With just a tinge of self-mockery, this poem yells at those who wallow in self centeredness and can't see outside their own boundaries.

I shouldn't have to know what a missile is for, what's a will, what's a war, why there's tape on the door... a lamentation for my lost innocence, so to speak

Old piece. Not recommended reading.

Perhaps blatant self-mockery, can sometimes be good for purging the bad words, that clog up better works.

Has an ordinary day ever been brightened by a sign? A little something that jumps out at you from everyday life, putting a smile on your face for a moment? This is an essay- I have nothing else to call it- on signs.