All of my poems come from pain

The golden mean is to transcend reality by imagination and understanding. Once you achieve this, you will be free.

I don't want to grow up... I know that for a fact

The more I learn, the more I out grew this civilized manor

The more understanding gained, The more I became a barbarian.

All hands bury the dead.

What inspires me to produces my work?
It's from being hurt, sad, lonely, and confused
That's why I write...I suspect suicide is for those who can't

We all have to grow, and sometimes that growth means growing apart...

I believe A person can be buried by the past if his memory is too strong

Although I might betray others a thousand times

I am not willing to lose the friends of my youth

I treasure the past the way others treasure the promise of the future.