when I speak I am not listened to, and when I scream- merely noticed; but when I write, that is when I am heard, and that is where my soul is found. I think in poetry and live in prose and I share it with the world.
| Poetry | 01/04/2005 | Hero Twice Removed |
| Poetry | 10/26/2004 | So long |
| Poetry | 08/25/2004 | Restoration or Damnation |
| Poetry | 08/15/2004 | Shallow moods. |
| Lyrics | 08/02/2004 | Passion meets prison. |
| Poetry | 08/02/2004 | A Poet's Last Breath |
| Poetry | 07/08/2004 | Actions speak louder than words... |
| Poetry | 07/07/2004 | One AM thrill, that is all I am. |
| Poetry | 07/02/2004 | With the morning |
| Poetry | 07/01/2004 | A means to an end- an end to a beginning. |
| Lyrics | 06/30/2004 | Tumbling from the roof |
| Poetry | 06/30/2004 | More Than A Whisper |
| Poetry | 06/30/2004 | Countenance |
| Poetry | 06/30/2004 | and I am still |
