The wandering mystery bright and helpless...
Let me be there for you.
~R for Safety~ They thought she was joking. She'd never dream of doing that. But she was out for a bloodlust revenge and she'd make them pay. They won't forget
The title says it all. Personaly Fire is my fave element.
A glimps into the world of a dreamer...
He's living in his own Hell. He can't escape. He's scared.
*shrug* I'm not sure if the genre is correct, but whatever.
*Another* random poem, fuled by bordem.
Another compleatly random poem, fuled by depression.
A random poem. That's about it.
A poem written to my friend, dedicated to her because of her losing her boyfriend to a drug overdose.
They are parts of elements and nature, and she's in love with one. She tells of her lover, and a bit of their life.
Liars don't get away with everything. This one spun up a web, and is caught.
More depression, from a bottle
Depression hiding in the form of Poetry.