Glass hides ( Read more... )

Nightfall’s calling ( Read more... )

A troubled little child ( Read more... )

When it is time to cry,
Before you shed a single tear...
Tone it down
Unfocus your frown...
For this is the year
You know it is the right time to die.

Written: October 25th, 2005

Pickles.
Peas.
Mozzarella cheese!

Written: September 5th, 2005

No more shall I cower in fright ( Read more... )

Tossed and shredded ( Read more... )

Must I be pulled?
Must I be yanked?
Must my love
Be counted and ranked?

I'm sick of this pain.
I'm sick of this fight.
I'm sick for wanting this
To be in my life.

Written: June 9th, 2005

Small I thought our issues were ( Read more... )

No one knows how to help,
Though I beg and cry and plea.
Wishing there was someone who could,
Guide my walking with broken wings.

Written: March 24th, 2005