Icy Cone
Like teeth they are, born from the winter it will...
I’m 15 now a fresh start
A time to begin anew...
Encased by rage fueled by anger.
To us these types of people are what we call...
Sweet lips of rolling frost whisper slumber
The season of the warm summer has gone...
She looks so amazingly flawless
As a flower that is abloom...
High School was a place filled with friends
High School had so many oppurtunities..Sports...
THE FEMALE SOLDIER
She said she was ready to give her all...
Paranoia has the best of me
And it seems as if you too...
I walk down the streets
I could see...
The night was a dream come true
having you holding me...
A grand thought I had to go far away,
be in another land on this day...
King to Bishop two and four
Now we are fighting Bush’s wars...