"I'll try anything once, honey. Twice if I like it." Notorious and violent criminal Jerome Valeska has little to keep him entertained these days. Most people are just disposable. When a new young thing shows up on his scene, he decides that there might be some longevity to the fun.

you were my solace

you owe me that, at least

i quit you

We could have tried.

You drive me wild.

You're my knight, when nothing goes right.

You're my cloudy sky.

You're my sex, drugs, and rock & roll.

You are a lot of words. And I am in love with each of them.

Many people write poems About cigarettes and smoke.

What is Happy?

Make me your wildflower.

you went away

You are poetry.

A retelling of a friendship that built my life, and broke my heart.

A few things about you and I

it depends on faith

you all took a piece of me

you told me to

I couldn't bear to see them

we lost part of ourselves

no sides

Come one, come all, you wont last long! A brilliant mastermind gave birth to a show. Here, all of your wildest desires and fears will come true.

it's what your name means

she's got long legs and a kung-fu kick

you drive me crazy with impatience

Peering through the bars, there stood strange buildings. Spirals and seashells adorned the tall, slim structures made from the same material as the gate that blocked my entrance. I wondered if I should knock.

Predestined by the immense cosmos, which even now shine down with approval.

What is there with "could have" when the sentence is already set?

They smell like your cologne intermixed with familiar songs.

Things I can't really tell you.

They can look inside

I feel like some things are personal business that needs to be shared. Don't you?

let my world crumble until there's nothing left to show for

I'll never hold you in my arms.

Don't neglect anything.

Sometimes I like to absorb

I do not think only what you tell me.

Or Public School in General

Wisdom only works in certain situations.

Perhaps she's come out to play

I can't bear to be the cause

Just me.

What are we looking for? We all search for something more.

If you look at a tree, not knowing what it is.

It's brutally honest with me; my pencil knows my motives

An assignment for English, based on the assertion "Guilt distorts Mindset." Kyou blames himself for his mother's death. Title means something like "I am sorry for your loss."

Don't you love me?

Flaws make us truly beautiful Al Bhed and English translation. Because I'm a dork.

For the sake of our lowly kind

For someone special. Even though you're no longer mine, I am forever devoted.

A small tribute to the American Revolution

Remember when you said you'd do anything for me? Well, see, I need you to kill me. Would that be alright?

There's nothing that could possibly hold me together

My life's a show run by an enemy

I'm poorly glued together

You are my cure

Please forgive me, know that we were meant for more.

We were meant to be, we just didn't know how to be..

Swing as high as you can go..

I'd like to tear my heart out and put it in a jar

Until the day I die

Does love look only with the eyes?

To waste your love on someone like me is such a shame.

Our existence is absolute

My heart is cold and useless without yours

I am the predator, you are my prey

I am nothingness

To Mom..

Oh, how we dreamt...

A blank space; a missing part; a gap.

No one here is worth your tears

Lovers were liars all along -Inspired by Anberlin

It was just like a movie, with the lines that we spoke..

Is it the sound of her voice that draws him near?

Please come back, you promised you'd never leave...

For that moment, you're mine.

I just might lose my mind.

As much as I pretend, and you believe I don't, I really do love you...

It breathes, it lives, it moves when I do.

And I see all these scars, that still bleed...

I'm just a puppet on a string, hanging fragile

To my Queen of Hearts, you're most definitely King...

They fall from my mouth, so lovely, so intricate...

My eyes don't sparkle the way they used to every time I looked at you.

Ah, Flattery.

A foolish little game of love...

Inspired by Deathnote

Watch me as I hit the floor.

Tragic but romantic, and a little overdramatized.

The truth is a lie, and all the lies were true...

As it flailed on the pavement..

I don't need your help, I can die on my own.

Just a writing exercise, not really sure where it went.

All the world is not a stage...

Unconditional.

We met that night, when the lights shined bright...

It's over now, Dead. *Excuse the layout screwups*

Reminiscing and regretting..

Do we both bask in the silent pleasure?

Love, or Lust?

Such a fool am I, for this love melts away too quickly...

Poem that I wrote late one night.