A teardrop in paradise…

Poem.

As many of you know I have been writing horror stories for along time and have found a way to incorporate horror into poetry,almost like mini stories so to speak. I love writing horror because the human mind will never ceased to be fasinated by the unknown.

Are you among the bloodlines?

Everyone always has one love they cherish the most and if lost they weep in sorrow but that person will always have a place in their heart.

A poem made of 66 (very suggestive) verses with random number of rhymes.

He went to bed alone, always dreaming about those blank, lifeless… No, those eyes were still very much vibrant and full of life. He repeated this to himself over and over.

A poem about being cornered with no way out and finally breaking free.

Thoughts in the mind.

This is a story about a boy who plays with matches. It has a few morals in it but I think the main point that is set to get across is. If you don’t know what it is, let someone else touch it so they get the blame.

A moment on 9/11… the Twin Towers collapse.