I'm about to become another percentile
Another Divorcees lost child...

Charles D.'s drives me crazy
His sentences are far too long...

Hey Miss. Perfect
Is it really worth it...

Such a fourtunate atrocity
That I should find myself haunted by...

Dear childhood friend
It\'s me again...

It's like a needle in the palm of your hand
But it, like most other dispicable things...

Spread out in front of me
a new notebook...

I sit
Gazing at the beautiful scene spread out before me...

There's a familiar face staring back at me. It...

I can hear the music
Playing constantly inside of my soul...

Autumn leaves
Abandon their holds...

Tremble pulsing
Weary eyes...