Even behind this plastered smile hides a million tears. you never know when their going to intrude into a perfectly horrible situation.

My wishing star fell. now what?

Any one who has the strength to spit out names is weak enough to be crumbled by a single word.

Three little words, they mean the world. if somebody has the strength to come up and say them, you know when you have found a friend.

Are you okay?

My poems are that of sleepless nights, written only when im sure ive crossed the final line of insanity.

A cover of a notebook is never more then a guard, but the soul of a page is the gold of the cover.

I'll pull this trigger, as if you care. you just sit, unaware.

As the wounds of the dead go unnoticed by all, a lone figure stands crowded by words of remorse.

When madness comes and we all fall, who will hear our fatal call?

Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. Its already tomorrow in Australia.