Beneath the earth,
I've been born of stone...

***Before reading this poem, I would like to...
Come out of the rain, I say...

When the light drifts below,
the horizon of grass and snow...

Burning fires,
burning lives...

***Sometimes anger is so irrational, it makes as...
This MEDICATION; won't save me...

***A simple dedication to my first true love.***
And my lips wither like roses in winter...

Give me life
or give me ash...

***My lover and I have recently encountered...
Oh how I wish our fires did not die...

***Again, I hope you like the new style I believe...
Hardwired to conceive...

Here comes the poison, my
gently beating heart...

Performing in symphonies of mutilation,
fingertips of sunlight murmured salvation...

*** Was taking a walk one day ... my shadow was...
I walk in the suffering sun...