A man's outlook on death
a gun shot, the silence breaks...
I paint a pretty picture
the twist is, its on my arm...
Not Even Five
Not even five and we must part...
Red, yellow colored tears floating through the...
Little boy with a cart, at stone rock he stares...
In a place deeper than gentleness
Is a place I spend my loneliness...
*This poem was orginally written on paper*
I cry as i write this...
I should have listen to you
I should have never yelled...
Why should we give a damn about each day
There already numbered anyway...
It's a terrifying sound when you can't fill your...
A song even worse when your heart speaks in...
Lord's word fulfilled
Since I was called home...
Like cold fingers around my heart
Like claws that rip me apart...
She sits idly by, bon bons at the ready
watching the same old crap on T.V...