Starlight ripples your smile
eclipse the sun...
On the eighteenth year,
When your world is perfect...
Haunting dreams come to life.
Apples, pumpkins, spices, candy...
When pigs start to fly
and when hades gets cold...
Gray skies, and tear drops- Our first thoughts of...
Tides rolling in, bringing death to our shore...
Poetry Is...
Poetry is the creation of music that doesnt seem...
To the graduates of South Haven's 8th grade class...
2007...
After several endless, garish, drifting days
i still feel nothing. nothingness a lonely...
Finally its here,
The game is here at last...
-My Monster-
Out it came...
Take another picture
with your fake face on...
In the deepest of forests,
we've been cast to the side...