A man lives alone in his apartment, his memories keeping him company, and a beautiful crystal vase swallowing the ashes from his cigarettes. When a university student joins the cleaning staff, things change. Starting with the vase. Boy's love. M for lang.

A young boy, who just so happens to see dead people but "never know'd it" , tells a brief history of himself in the way only he can. For now, this is a one-shot of sorts. A continuation is possible, if readers wish it.

Sometimes, the world just isn't what you think it is, is it? Partially auto-biographical one-shot. Warning: makes references to homosexuality, cross-dressing, and trans-gender issues. Don't like it? Don't read it, let a alone comment.

Perched on the dirty veranda, rain touching her fingertips, a girl reflects on a past lover and the only one who had the ability to pull her away.

A teenage girl wakes up in a strange land with no memories of who she is or how she got there. As she makes her way through this awful, yet beautiful world, she must choose who to trust, for in this land of inhuman creatures, choice is everything. Romance

People can only get so close before I start to do that thing called running away. Written in a style I don't usually use.

Several poems containing basically that: romantic smush for my lovely and wonderful girlfriend. These works embarrass me, but she likes them. *smiling*

Each chapter is a short poem, all seperate in topic from the next. My older works. Welcome to the world of blistered fingers and burnt lips.

A girl with the ability to feel the emotions of others suddenly feels something very interesting being directed towards her. Intrigued, she investigates. One-shot.

She makes a revelation, and this is what it is. This one was hard to classify. Part poetry, part prose.

Every person's imagination is a world in itself. How did your world begin? Truly a nonsensical, obscured piece of work. Poetry.

They left her to that cell to recall how it all came down. Poetry.