I Loved. I Lost.

I like to laugh, but sometimes things need to be brought down a few notches and looked at from a serious point of view. This is one of those times.

More horrible angsty teenage poetry, and my anecdotes in restrospect.

A retiree resolves to not worry about the things he cannot control.

Ah, angsty teenage years. We all had them. We all cringe at the thought. But really, we should just laugh. It will make you feel better.

[Dark; Angst]

A child, made of a sin for which he is not at fault, is punished all the same.

A child, fathered by the frightening and mothered by the frightened, left alone because no one can bear to look at him or to love him. Abandoned to a sadistic world where there are only two kinds of people: those who ignore his suffering and those who take pleasure in it.

When a woman is raped, there may be a greater victim than even herself. Suffering is the true product of sin.

This work is about the denial of self in the face of so many others whom maintain a more plausible deniability. It is about choosing to scream in a room filled with chatter, small-talk.

This is a goodbye poem for the sophomore class of Austin High school. those who have scorned me and helped me, those who have allowed me to prosper and those who have allowed me to chip away from the inside.

Otome is a vampire who runs the main crime syndicate in Miami. Because of her Miami hasn’t fallen to ruin like the rest of the USA but no one cares about that really… They only care about the nite life and the plentiful supply of blood. There are no slayers in Miami anymore. Vampires and werewolves are safe… kind of. They still have to worry about each other, don’t they?

Written by: Raconteur.