the horror behind my stories is missing. I'm too cold inside to be scared. I'm too calloused to be soft. Nothing is shocking anymore.
| Poetry | 05/20/2003 | not coming out |
| Poetry | 05/20/2003 | dark poetry |
| Poetry | 05/21/2003 | brite poetry |
| Poetry | 00/00/0000 | Thank You |
| Poetry | 05/21/2003 | gator |
| Poetry | 06/07/2003 | BOOM_ is this it? |
| Poetry | 06/08/2003 | can you here me now? |
| Poetry | 06/17/2003 | lying in bed with her again |
| Poetry | 06/21/2003 | a staggering work of confusion |
| Poetry | 06/23/2003 | all i need |
| Poetry | 07/16/2003 | home town haunts |
| Poetry | 10/02/2003 | 10/2/04728394 |
