It's been a long time, and I have some poems to share. =]


I hate long goodbyes; the canopies
that never cry. I envied their lack
of emotion. My heart always got
me in trouble: whether I deserved each
trial stands to their own instigator.

Don't say to me that the road
was blank; I found little treasures
along the way that still hold
some value. Dawn's sleeping,
and I'm waiting for my next
chance to strike. Though, it's
quite melancohly-never seeing
it again. But I move on like
I always have. Hide it between
a thin veil of what you'd never

Here we are again at a cross-
roads. I always take the left
route, but we end up in the
same place. Together, yet
apart; herecomes the next