Just a rant of mine.
Cyandie: What happens when you try to type Cyanide and you're thinking about death.
Gone from normal life. Gone from common sense. Stuck in a nightmarish, haunting world, where the only freedom is death.
Sometimes things that seem innocent aren't so innocent once you get to know them.
A simple ode dedicated to the not-so-simple world in which we live.
Giving inanimate objects thoughts, feelings, and voices isn't always a good idea- especially if the objects are weapons. Rated for implied violence. (... Don't ask how it works. It just does.)
Just because knowledge is treasured doesn't mean that you should try to learn everything.
Sometimes abandoned warehouses should remain abandoned... Rating PG-13 for implied gore, if that makes any sense.
just a spur of the moment poem. radel is rah-del.
A poem about my biological father.
One of a set of Poems I had to do for an assignment once- a spoof off some of the mysteries I watch.
A teenagers first time.
Just a poem about my cutting and heartbreak