I can’t even see the boy I once was anymore; she’s the girl all the bad guys want anyway but how bad is really too bad. Behind The Love… like her I can only see the face of the beast and no longer all the arrows in my back, digging to my heart.

A suspenseful tale about a killer in a science lab.

Short Abstract Poem.

Poem/Story.

Another one of my poor attempts at poetry. This one is about Vampires. I really do suck at poetry.

I’m sure everyone can feel the pull of the moon, it’s stronger in some but it’s there in all of us…

A strange world filled with chaos.

They have no moral right to fill the air
With chemicals that might destroy us all —-

You were playing her.

You bring out the rage in her.