Millions are dead. No power. No Electricity. No plan. No Government. Roving bands of warring thugs scramble for land, power, and reign with terror. A resistance forms against them, but with brothers fighting brothers, sometimes blood is thicker.

Check your reflection. See? I've been you all along.

just jumbled notes compiled from the road

it's a slippery slope.

just a random bit about my life a few years back. may continue, may not.

I know this girl, and she doesn't know she's beautiful.

hit the road, for there's nothing left.

more found!poetry. at one am. my best excuse.

Found poetry. Therefore not actual poetry, but it's still fun.

The rat race of life,in the horribly messy nonsensical unstructured style that is incomprehensible drivel.

having trouble swallowing the pill that is some branches of organized religion lately. This happened.

We're so jaded. The worst thing is, you don't even know it.

just a little something fun I experienced over the weekend.

If I gave you the truth, would it keep you alive?

eyeless and limbless.

soft, dark.

long summer nights. endless fire.

s/d no time for pain.

everyone only wants to tame you......

..

Definitely in progress. Very spontaneous. Feeling very open to suggestions. Or anything you feel like mentioning.

6 a.m. is no time for consciousness.

wracked with thunder,laughing at us as we consider sifting through the wreckage.

Alternate universe of my life,a chooseyourownadventure where you die in every scenario.

one, two, and three.

the night, full of electricity.

Lament with me.

The tank reads full. Come on, get in. The night is young. We ride.

Rich amber eyes stare woundedly as I smile..The eyeteeth grin of a predator who's hit his mark.

when twilight crushed poor sanity's spirit c.o.f.

just some nothing.... about the other night. I guess I was inspired or something.

uhm.uhhh.Whatever.

from last year I believe.

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here's to oblivion.

just read it, alright?

another one for my long lost Lily... I knew her so well... what happened?

she was the one in the black dress at the party, wasn't she...(makes little to no sense)

if you can even call this poetry...oh well. like I said. I feel something akin to fever coming on...the promise of fever...

short and sweet. Ok maybe not sweet. I wrote this as a teenager.Thats my best excuse.

previous lovers suffer because of my new obsession.they are obsolete.

dancing in summertime moonlight...

wrote this on midsummers' eve several years ago.

vampire's fledgling...