My dear brother ( Read more... )

( I Hope )

-Heavens Moment In The Sun ( Read more... )

My thoughts, when translated ( Read more... )

( The Way People Bend )

Hidden behind a self-made cloak,
A fantasy made to allure.
A life what's been forgotten,
For the poor little whore.
It's easier to live the lie,
Then to ever acknowledge the truth.
The passion that erupted the soul,
Ignited the dying screams of youth.
Conscience became the bitter enemy,
And love, it's dying ember.
Feelings once so important,
seemed too hard ( Read more... )

-For A Friend ( Read more... )

this is not a poem, but something I found funny and ironically true ( Read more... )

-Ive Been ( Read more... )

Alone is a concept that's all too familiar ( Read more... )