| Mostly poetry. I write. I don't draw. |


What the Hell is Love??I'm comfused.... My heart, it aches, it longs, it cries out in desparation. Can it love? Does it love?What the Hell is Love??
If not love, then what is this feeling that twists me that pains me that hurts like no physical pain can? If not love, then what is this feeling that makes me feel happy? That makes me feel miserable?
Each time a song of love passses through my ears I become torn.
Even my writing, as I speak to you now, makes no sense.
Such is the pain I feel Such is the happiness I feel Such is the c


Raging StormOut over the horizon, clouds rolling in. The time for Storm has come again. Darkened clouds, the day transforms. The darkness comes as the lightening forms. The wind, it blows clouds that banish mirth as the rain falls and touches the earth. A figure stands, still as stone,Raging Storm
a gentle soul but still alone. His soul is one with the storm at hand He calls his friend upon the land. The thunder rolls, the lightening strikes, the light arcs out like poisoned spikes.
The rain nurtures the earth below The lightening is swift and sure as an arrow. Thunder scares the l


This TrinketLast year, we met. I've never met anyone like you. We became friends quickly. And although we had some difficulties, we still pulled through.This Trinket
Over the Summer, you moved away, to seldom return. This move strengthened our bond. It made me realize how much I miss you. God above, how I miss you, and wish you were here for me to love.
When you returned to this town, the town where we first met, I heard your crying as I embraced you. Oh god, it was good to see you again. We didn't talk long,
but it was still comforting to know


Her Death is our doingShe is dead.... The one that gives and takes... Go and tell all that She lives no longer.. For we have killed her. It was a brutal murder. -The murder of Mother Nature She would have ruledHer Death is our doing
until the End of Time But we have slain her. She was beautiful, Peaceful and serene. We have destroyed her and taken her beauty. We, as Human Kind, have killed
the Giver of Life.
God above! Father of All forgive us! for we have killed
the protector of Earth. You gave her to us We have taken her life.  
| Mostly poetry. I write. I don't draw. |
| I am an odd person. I feel many things, but I don't always show it. I am spontaneous and very self-conscious. I find myself very intelligent, and as mentioned previously, I don't always show it. I am gay and I just want someone to love me for me. |
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It's a letter to mom! its so sad you could almost cry.
I hope you enjoyed it.
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Whats a boy to do with a guy like him ?
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