

it's war.this modern eden is a cold, cruel paradise. hell to an angel, heaven to a devil, nothing, anything and everything to a mortal.it's war.
chaos surrounds this abstract angel, with eyes of hopeless brown, hair of deepest blue. not an ounce of courage could keep me from falling apart.
no weapon to defend me, no strength for me to stand with, no army to battle beside me. just me against the world.


Small LamentThe feathers of my broken wings, they fray and fall apart,Small Lament
Reflecting the many shattered pieces of my fragile heart.
That tears should kiss my cheeks, and love be now unknown,
it's the punishment I dare to receive for the love in my heart that I've shown.
A memory, a sweeter dream, a warm embracing kiss--
How sweeter joy turns deeper into pains as harsh as this:
The greater sorrow and woe, that my heart should suffer pain:
That love is unrequited, and my soul should love in vain.


Stars FallingUp upon the lonely sky, bruised indigo and darkness bright, I looked up and saw the stars and thought of you, and you alone.Stars Falling
My memory is stirred. I still remember everything we did, the warmth of your skin, the taste of your kisses, the whispering warm against my ear. I still remember the music that infused into every single ounce of me, surging through my veins, overthrowing my common sense, my nerves into confusion, which in turn became sheer whim and daydream.
I still remember these things and more.
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Untitled No. 1The heart breaks, the soul is in torment, yet what could quench the fires of fear? What could distract my mind from thinking within the depths of dispair?Untitled No. 1
My heart, broken for you. How I could try to mend it, but it could never be repaired.
What have I become aside from a slave to dispair? Will I find myself always alone, or will you ever be mine?


Once was a Storyof a man slept forty years, went to town and everyone was dead. Don’t like that, myself; sleep is for those who earn it.Once was a Story
of a boy flew to the sun, floundered to water when wings melted. I laughed when he fell; father knew. He always does. of a man ran for congress, went to Tejas and lived forever. I never liked him; Dallas is just too damn hot.
of a girl bathed in the woods, returned a watcher’s staring and frowned. Venison’s my favorite; nobody likes a voyeur.
of a man out-worked a drill, died aft


As we touch, the universeencroaches labyrinthine upon timid pantheons; Poseidon crushing the unwary,As we touch, the universe
Charybdis demanding betrayal, a medusan apparition weaving and unweaving
rotting flesh into blackness. shrinks to a pinpoint of structure and knowledge, omniscience, omnipresence we
are Paris and Helen, we are gods, we are children. has been, is, will be a Johnstown fog of flame and dust that strips away
pretense and forces beauty through charcoal and granite, to emerge, Venus. bubbles up from infinity to disappear, a lazy smile in the ce
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