On this day of independence I am going to celebrate in a cage. What better way for independence than to fight for what you claim to have? Freedom, isolation, standing alone

Finally, a person worth killing or worth dying by their hands

Red- the color of my love for you and the blood I shed to prove it.
Blue- the color of truth in the commitment that I made to show my affection.
White- the color of my loyalty and the liberty I held on to when I said I love you.

Let's start it off right. Fireworks, good food, alcohol and the blood I have shed for the freedoms of others and the rights I chose to give up so that everyone else can live happy and free!

Even though you're done with me and life is leaving me, I still love you and will continue to even after I cease to exist.

I fires on this table... I will leave with out closure... No words... Nothing... Alone is as it is and what it seems that it ever was or would be... Goodnight and goodbye... For all that it matters... I still and even in death... Love you.... Farewell...

Huh, who would've thought that this is how I'd go out... All I did was stoke a match to smoke a cig and poof! The whole room catches fire... Guess I'll be dancing with death in these flames. Oh well.

Running away just to ne forgotten, running away just to stop everyone's pain, running away to die.

I guess my stubborn attitude kept me alive...

A poet is not just a writer.
A poet is a creator of worlds, ones which are created from the powers of imagination through fingertips. A master craftsman/woman of untold worlds.