This is how I feel about how seriously f**ked my family is. They drag me down. I'm sure millions feel the same.

More of my "Dream" series. This is told from a beautiful male prostitute's perspective. He's a very sad soul . . .

This is my favorite poem to date, and yet . . . there's hardly any graphic imagery in it of . . you know, death and gore. Still, I love it. This is another in the series of "dream" poems, only this one is about America and how the '50s are SO over.

Don't ask me why, but I decided to run a series of poems about how life if about dreams that eat you whole. This poem is about the dream of an aspiring rock star.

This is about the power of expression . . .

A daughter discovers the joys of Euthanasia. ^.~

Full title : "Entertaining Satan: Witchcraft and the Culture of Early New England." This is a report I did for A.P. U.S. History that I'm quite fond of. I got an A.

Mi amores, se ja el terminando de viva. (E-mail me if you want a translation to this poem)

Allegory in it's highest form.

Death in peace.

The moon is a mysterious mistress

Don't you just love angsty crap?

This is sort of about me, because I call myself "The Jester," but . . . like . . . I have no clue about why I wrote it. >:P

In honor of Christmas, the life and death of the Christ.

A serial killer is caught

This was done for English class. I had to take a word that means something to me, and make the meaning different or more personal. Yes, it's really a word. Look it up before you read the poem.

Well, since I was listening to Cruelty and the Beadt (CoF album), I was influenced to write this poem, with somewhat of an Elizabeth Bathory figue in mind. ^.~

For everyone that feels dead inside.

This is a very negative poem that gets a little more optimistic toward the end . . . it's about the tragedy that happened in NY.

The greek myth in which Orpheus loses the love of his life is the basis for this poem.

The world is misleading

Shattered and shattered again, faith goes on. Hope was the only thing left in Pandora's box, so it's what Humanity's only saving grace is. But you can hope until the world ends, because we destroy ourselves every day.

An odd poem I wrote about my childhood.

Rated PG-13 for the fact that this is about suicide. Yes, the title is taken from a Marilyn Manson soundtrack song. I wrote this at a Workshop during Freewrite time. It's a very short, short story. But I've read shorter.

This is a poem entitled "The Garden of Eden and the Snake Shedding It's Skin" that is written specifically FOR the story. It was basically to get into the main character's head, who is a male prpstitute that wants to have a future, and not a dead end.

Eh, maybe -you'll- like it.

How does one become accepted into the Kingdom of the underworld? As Kris finally slips completely from everything she's ever made herself believe in, she realizes that her world isn't her own any longer. This was conceived of because of recurring dreams

This is for everyone and anyone who has felt as if they were falling apart.

Please remember my ancient wounds, brought to the lips of your Iron Maiden.

My cadaver, with it's filmy sightless eyes, O' how darling you are.

Cradle of Filth influence, with a bit of my Agnosticism and Politics. Just call me Anarchy Girl!

Major Marilyn Manson influence, haha. I think it's one of my favorite poems I've written, though. It needs some work, probably, but just think of it as prose.

Haha . . . this so seems like it's about drugs . . .but it's not! I entered this into the City College Poetry Contest along with "Consecration." Shh, I like that obe better.

This was a poem I did for Advanced English class, using an excercise where 1. Describe their hands 2. Describe what they're doing with their hands 3. Use a metaphor for paradise 4. Ask the person a question 5. Have them answer back as if they only underst

Reality or dream?

I love mythology and symbolism.

Bad poetry + insane girl= Hate mail

Spring poem.

The title explains it quite well.

Another interesting poem . . .

Don't ask.

Controversy, my friends.

Dignity in death.

A Mnemonic poem about all of the friends I've ever had that have deceived me. There's a lot of disturbing imagery here, so don't read it unless you can take that.

More of my obscure symolism! YAY . . . . goodie.

A poem I wrote when I was depressed a while ago. Heavy symbolism that no one would get but me.

Love is a bitch.

How Deharou feels about Yadam.

An interesting twist to that olde nursey rhyme, made to fit a character in my novel.

Lyricks about the villain in my novel.

Getting inspired on a grimy subway line is pretty sad. Theis poem isn't controversial, but . . . I haven't done it recently.

Once again, a controversial poem. This time it's about our society.

I'm on some sick Christian-bashing high. I'm like . . .evil or something. I was drawing Jesus on an upside down crusifix today. Oooo.

The only reason I've rated this as R is because I DO NOT want people reading this poem that will get offended. If you don't have an open mind, please refrain from reading this. I'm tired of people thinking that I care when they flame me.

Deharou is the main character in my novel, Nomad Moon. I was told to write an analysis on one of my characters, so I chose Deharou because I obviously know him the best. It's not a very good poem by my prose standards, but then, I wasn't very much expecti

A short and cute story on why Meta cries for Yadam. You're warned that this has male/male implications.

A lullaby in three languages. One is Ancient Koumikian, standard English, and current Koumikian. The language is my own creation.

Deharou Danger meets with a strange girl and they share their own philosophies. Please note that these are original characters.