Things may be impossible for us to make them happen sometimes…but in our own way, we make them happen. Even in the world that we create…

Something I wrote after dreaming of listening to a muted chorale.

Daydreaming for a girl I had.

When you are Virtue people insist you to show yourself as Vice.

A poem in prose form about music and the healing effect it tends to have.

It is sometimes a wonder for everyone how life is made for us and how we must live it. It may appear so untrue but when we get to our feet, we’ll see the realities.

A reverie.

Poem from “The Deep Dark Sweet Rantings of a Yeshua Freak” by Lady Frangelica Seraphica Zen.

A little poem I wrote about a girl I really care about.

A feeling of having something…something that have never existed. -"Love Untold" 2002-