Writing

Dying does not always promise death.

It's A very rage filled poem

..not poetry, merely reality..

ghosts are only the bones we choose to play with at night

That night, Iblease came to me...

Again not a poem just a piece from a conversation Don't judge it like a poem it's just a reminder

A poem I wrote inspired by my frustration.

This is extremely old. (We're talking 2004 here...) Old old poem I wrote after heartache.

This is chapter one, and its the break up! xD

Chapter Two, not the best but its a working progress.

October 12, 2010 – 12:58pm

Tags Anger