She had no idea that the only thing I was going to give her was...my everything. But yet, somehow, she knew it all along, and still acted bored of it.
| Poetry (Depressed) | 11/23/2003 | The beginning and end of a suicide |
| Poetry (Abuse) | 10/12/2004 | The eyes of hotel signs |
| Poetry (Love) | 01/24/2005 | Sunshine in the Window... |
| Poetry (Depressed) | 02/19/2005 | ...She Played Violin Beautifully... |
| Poetry (Ironic) | 03/06/2005 | Into the parade of birds |
| Poetry (Ironic) | 03/06/2005 | Stumps for wings |
| Poetry (Rage) | 03/07/2005 | Screaming into my pillow for you |
| Poetry (Spiritual) | 03/09/2005 | Dust the shelves |
| Poetry (Ironic) | 03/09/2005 | You are my Vietnam |
| Poetry (Love) | 03/10/2005 | Lilly's lined her hair |
| Poetry (Love) | 03/27/2005 | She called herself April's Sunshine... |
| Poetry (Love) | 03/28/2005 | This evening marks the beginning... |
| Poetry (Reflective) | 04/01/2005 | Beautiful is the Word |
| Poetry (Fantasy) | 04/18/2005 | Ojo de Dios |
| Poetry (Love) | 05/05/2005 | I've Lost my Heart |
| Poetry (Ironic) | 06/05/2005 | Adultery and Ivy |
| Poetry (Depressed) | 07/17/2005 | Mark July for Reference |
| Poetry (Reflective) | 07/24/2005 | My Special Design |
| Poetry (Personal) | 05/18/2006 | I strive not get too comfy with killers |
