Time
This is just something I wrote on the spur of
the moment, time has been on my mind lately...
Shadows Mask What is to Come
An old poem when from a time a while back
when I everything in my life fell apart... Darkness
Stare at the sun to long you go blind,
stare at the moon to long and you become a poet... Split
At times it seems like I have two seperate lives... Crimson Rain
Analysis of my currently messed up life through poetry. Scary. Wind
Written on a windy night. Water of Life
Ummm...I'm to tired to really describe it...so, as Artemis said "Deep" Masks
If life is one masked ball? What happens when it ends? Sans
Shakespeare described the last age of man as "sans teeth,
sans eyes, sans everything" Afterlife?
Just a question... 5:00 AM
A five AM train ride... Hatred
A basic emotion... Cold Wind
Nature's Seductress Crimson Teardrop
Such a delightful image...tears of blood Eva Sleeping
Never sleep near a poet, you just might get written about... Strange Years
A rather melecholy way to mark time... Dead
Okay...I wrote this on my arm in a near mental
breakdown in the middle of a Borders...good luck. Another World
The world of dreams is a nice place to live
but all I get to do is visit... The North Wind's Call
Hmmm...there's just something about the fall wind. Meltdown
A while back I had a chance to peak in on the
raving subculture. This was my impression.
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