It sounds narcissistic and vain to write poetry. It IS narcissistic and vain to write poetry. I'm better than you, I'm better than you, I scream. But who cares? I'm good at it, one vain way or the other. I don't care. Go ahead, and do what you want. I write poetry, get over it.

Whichever meaning I write down beside all this: it's all just bull, so you can think seeing through me is not at all so hard. In the end, I'm laughing at the bullshit I write down. Go ahead, do the same.

nothing (© 2008)

yarn (© 2005)

answering machine (© 2005)

young (© 2005)

never talk back (© 2005)

can't we stay here forever? (© 2005)

time for tea (© 2005)

sympathy (© 2005)

string (© 2005)

shades of blue and green (© 2005)

malfunction (© 2005)

scream for me (© 2005)

hey asshole! (© 2005)

You Came To Say Goodbye (© 2004)

Just Like You (© 2004)

Pass Me By (© 2004)

Untitled Alliance (© 2004)

What About Me (© 2004)

Mirror (© 2003)

Inopportune Misconception (© 2003)

Learning to Forget (© 2003)

It's Okay, Mother (© 2002)

Lullaby Daddy (© 2002)

Scattered (© 2002)

Forever By The Sea (© 2002)

Taken (© 2002)

The Stillness of Dawn (© 2002)

Livid Child With A Golden Fringe (© 2002)

The One You Can't Ignore (© 2001)

Redeem The Pain (© 2001)

Meaning Of Life (© 2001)

Look Beyond, Just Not Too Far (© 2001)

Everlasting Bonds (© 2001)

Open (© 1998)

Skin Deep (© 1998)

Dead Souls (© 1998)