I dont think about what i write.. i just let my thoughts run onto the paper, whether they be dark and sad, or reflective and impartial. i dont edit them or reread them, so they stay in the most purest form of subtle chaos that i can make it.
| Poetry | 05/19/2005 | I Feel Pretty Oh So Pretty |
| Poetry | 04/01/2005 | Tell Me, Im Drunk |
| Rant | 01/27/2005 | Forget Me |
| Poetry | 01/03/2005 | Whirlwind |
| Poetry | 01/03/2005 | Personal Appocolypse |
| Poetry | 01/03/2005 | Drumbeats |
| Poetry | 01/03/2005 | Contradictions |
| Poetry | 12/31/2004 | Essence of Life |
| Poetry | 09/11/2004 | Silent Playgrounds |
| Poetry | 09/06/2004 | Seem to be Right |
| Poetry | 08/08/2004 | Human Existance |
| Poetry | 08/02/2004 | Killing Faults |
| Poetry | 07/31/2004 | Sensual Instinct |
| Poetry | 07/31/2004 | Reply to "Seperate" |
| Poetry | 07/31/2004 | Lesson to a Lady |
| Poetry | 07/30/2004 | Death by Dreams |
