A long time ago I wrote a poem for a girl whose beauty and grace was captivating, enthralling but who was also

The rapture had finally hit, as the music in this stadium rocks the beat and pulsates like a living creature ready to bu… My friends and I are celebrated i…

Stooping low to face the gentle wa… that drifted under my influence. Heard these waters held sickness t… and a simple drink taught desponde… A hidden path felt through the unc…

I wish my memories were translated… Reflections of my life, entranced in melody, I wonder how they would sound. The music of my memories...

A sight of sympathy for the man, who never thought himself too gran… or even fair to look at for long, The ballad entails his fateful son… Afraid of estranged looks and whis…

Wind in this still, distinct... thin I swim in sin till gin is rid. Finding might,

Madness ensued in dark corners and wretched taver… where I insulted myself, and I go… by a tribal aggression; must retal… and avenge for society’s sake.

...in a desert of boredom. Or ennu… The words flutter like a salacious… Foaming at the mouth, inappropriat… Baudelaire on drugs. A reading, by a poet,

At first, I was the reveling masq… In a dozen wanton nights, with a lack of fright for social a… I sought to receive. I sought to breath

Between... You and Me... a love so grand won’t you understand The Stars

Her gaze is slightly off-center as she stares at an unknown landscape. Only I can wonder. Long black hair

French Vanilla, a sweet taste I haven’t had in a while. Came back suddenly when I stared too intently