While it's true that I love the works of Poe
and melancholy is often a companion of mine...
Are not all of us like spiders,
weaving our webs delicately round us...
Not the Chaser, but the Chasee.
The one all machistas come to when they are...
Everywhere I go
I hide my feelings...
There's nothing quite as blue
As the Oklahoma skies...
What do you do when a memory is born then dies...
Eleven o'clock on a Wednesday night/ a lonely...
Relatively Recent
Relations of Ramblings...
Asinine Adjectives
Assaulting Adversity...
Fully Phonetically Functioning
Frail and Feeble Phantasms...
I know I'm not perfect,
but for you I try my best...
Lucid thinking doesn't always
mean you display the lighthouse...
When we were young we used to follow the old
road. It was swollen, pregnant like our minds...