(Pen and Paper)
On their own, so plain
Together they create worlds
But first you must dream

(Can You Hear Me?)
Here I speak these words
Questions asked, wishes uttered
I get mere silence

(Heal)
The blood stops flowing
Dressings and time do their work
Itchy renewal

(Out Cold)
Man, what a punch, huh?
Poor bastard never saw it;
Feel it later, though

(Spiral)
A brief genesis
Yet thus begins the cycle
Around and around

(Seeing Red)
A world-strange-colored
Purple skies, pink paper!
Oh, it's these glasses...

(Food)
Vital sustenance
Other lives now fuel our own
And they taste great, too!

(Pain)
Horrid sensation
Agony in an instant
Gerbil teeth impale

(Through the Fire)
Tiny candle flame
A swift finger passes through
Skin remains untouched

(Triangle)
Isosceles, scalene
And equilateral, too
Three sides, angles, names