Feels like a Sunday

Burning bleak a hall so bright

My feet are wet but I love this sight

Twenty plus but definately more

It's hard to move around all this gore

Machete in hand this evil must breed

Crying out, I love how they plead

After it all I'm finally done

I laugh and say, "This was fucking fun"

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.

IdEgo

Dreams, desires, id and ego.