She takes her stubby pencil of red,
desperately tries to show the tears she shed...

[Poem for an image contest.]
Watching from the shadows...

Living in eternal bliss, how can I spend the time...
Of all the possibilities, you picked me, the plain...

~For Kameron. Jan 18, 1991 - Dec 10, 2008. Forever...
What was the motive...

It's the early nineteen hundreds.
The world is about to plummet...

Take my hand and follow me to the mirror,
see the girl staring back at us...

What happens when you die?
Do you wander among the clouds...

Small puffs of cotton
float through the sky...

Hold on tightly,
these rickety boards won't hold...

On two seperate tracks,
we're never going to touch...

Silent mountains quake
providing no warmth...

Only ten cents a box,
take your time...