Time has a way of slicing through our lives, with no regard to who or what we are. Time is a flame which burns through everything. Time is tick-tick-ticking away at our lives. Every moment, every instant, time chisels away at everything we are, until time has reduced us to useless shells of what we once were. I hate Time.
| Poetry | 09/06/2008 | Another Plagarist |
| Poetry | 08/15/2008 | The British are coming... |
| Poetry | 06/05/2008 | Corrective Training Essay 1 (Late) |
| Poetry | 05/17/2008 | The Mariachi Machetti of the Machine Head Populace |
| Poetry | 05/17/2008 | Still life |
| Poetry | 04/07/2008 | Shattered Skull |
| Poetry | 01/09/2008 | The Deafening Silence |
| Poetry | 12/03/2007 | Blatherous Ranting |
| Poetry (Depressed) | 08/27/2007 | Its Only War... |
| Poetry (Horror) | 06/13/2007 | Ballad of the Zombie |
| Poetry | 05/19/2007 | Bleed # 13 |
| Poetry | 05/07/2007 | George Bush Cadence |
| Poetry | 04/26/2007 | Friday Night |
| Poetry | 04/09/2007 | Decidedly distructive disturbations of the bastard mind |
| Poetry | 04/09/2007 | Who? |
| Poetry (Fantasy) | 01/27/2007 | Tears of the Fallen Angel |
