This is a realistic horror about what the consquences are to crime.You always go in one way and come out another, hardened by the criminals you do time with.Society itself punishes you, hardens you and slaps you in with a bunch of convicts who know the rules of the game.You then become aware that you either do or die and inevitably become an even worse criminal than what you were when you went in, straying from all pupose, leading you down the devils path of enlightment. Perhaps we know someone like this,or have a family member like this, but no one ever likes to admit it as though they themselves are the ones that committed the crime.I wrote this for my brother.

Must confess to be set free then cleansed.

Poem about having lost a loved one and all the baggage that goes along with that.

A horror thought stream short story.

Another magical poem yet again, inspired by “Xena”

Clean yourself of all the hurt, pain, sins, and sadness.

Poem.

Imperfect in perfection.

My personal encounter with God.

As the title says this has no title…wow what an oxymoron right there xD. If I can find a good title for this then it won’t be “Untitled” anymore. But for now I think Untitled fits it really well.