After commiting his crime, Cain is forced to wear the mark of guilt which protects him from his enemies but condemns him to isolation.

God bless the modern outcast. I hope you appreciate the art of parenthesis.

Poem.

Poem.

A poem about deep loss.

Just a poem I wrote venting my irritation about life in general and this one person whom I can’t seem to get out of my head-much to my detriment.

I was thinking about a relationship and what I would feel if we broke up. This was more for a friend but now I think it does not make sense. What do you think?

About the “black sheep” of the world. For whatever reason at some point in our lives we are all outcast.

Teen years…

People tend to consider others who don’t follow the rules of social acceptance to be alien. They can’t accept what doesn’t fit the conformity of their certain era.