were seas apart...

An excercise in expressing things creatively. "Scatter handfuls of water-dust to lend substance to the ebony floor/Kindle the sun-ember each morning " Please R/R

Art at its highest form is nothing but emotion splayed across the paper

Search for an identity... written while feeling rather apathetic .

It's a violent game where you bet on who will die. Survivors are never important. (Chapter Two is Up)

I saw the angel as it crashed to the ground

My grandmother passed away and in honor of her...I wrote this poem. I would like as many people to read it as possible and tell me what you think. Thank You and God Bless.

They cursed and tormented him. He was at a loss for what to do. It was his last cry for help. His last cry for healing...

The demon of my soul who controls my every move

I so bad at raaaaaaatiiiiiing. . .Anyway. All I have to say about this one. . is that abuse sucks.

Ok this one is really cool song version included, written by myself and a friend, not anti-christ like

This is by far my most favorite poem I have written and just like all the others it is sad and depressing. Sorry but I can't help it. It is just how i write!

A poem I wrote on the highway. We see so many people every day, but we truly know so few.

We hide so much from everyone. With the mask.

How can someone so evil, have so much compassion...

Hmmm rather depressing, rather strange. Sorta a cross between a peom and a story but I still like it. ^_^

Mmm Just read... I don't know what to say about it... The few typos are corrected...

A song of heartbreak and loss, told from a bystanders point of view.

This isn't really a poem, but it's more a poem than it is a story. It's... sort of a description. Anyway.

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