Angry poem.

Writing at its very worst, but hey, it makes for somewhat of an entertaining read

She thought that she was a friend.

Rant rant rant.

When you think love is everything without it you think you have nothing and that’s just it I have nothing. Utopian Love Affair… I don’t think Heaven is some far off place and God doesn’t love me but to be in bed, to be in bed with you, those words?

Life is at its worst, hell beckons me near. What should I do but give up on all that I consider pure for it no longer exists, nor does it apply to me.

When one should be scared, he is not. Death is salvation for those who have given up.

Death, pain and suffering are all a part of life and David Milani learns this the hard way as he faces the problems of a society that revolves around money.

A short story of bullying.

All eyes on me; strange that this is both the nightmare and the dream and in truth do I really know what I want? A ~ Muse… I suppose I could take it if I were famous or even infamous but I’m just a joke that’s repeated; I guess that’s something.