...the risk. I calculate the risk. (a Jetplane Landing song)

"Wild flowers blossomed in a riot of colour" - Lian Hearn

Dec 2008 - Maria! Aliki! I was actually insane. "A freshly made identity glowing with clear independence." Man I wrote some shit.

Jan 2007 - Unless I feel especially ambitious and sit down to write a proper poem, the things I've recently posted on here and will probably do in the future are the results of when I've wanted to write down whatever I'm thinking. Hence, they will end up representing whatever mood I was in, kind of like a journal in verse. I say this because it's been misunderstood in the past - the stanzas probably won't relate to each other, other than the first line of one was what I was thinking of when I wrote the previous one. Coherent? Not so much, but I hope you get the point. As a side note, I also like numbers.