

Something HappyAs snow glistens Off the blade And small droplets Of Life-blood stain The frost,Something Happy
I smile. I smile through Pain. Through Fear. Through Tears. And nothing really matters.
What I have done
Makes perfect sense. Death is inevitable. I simply sped up the Process. Dont worry.
The cold welcomes With open arms, With razor teeth, And a hungry stomach.
Youll soon be consumed Before you life
Slips and stains. As the snow glistens
Off the blade.


DoveLike an evening dove, Exhilarated by the feeling of Wind beneath her wings, I fly.Dove
My lungs rejoice as I Take in the cool air. And I am content
I am happy.
Softly cooing. Sweetly singing. Serene in the Sky. Admired, I fly.
Symbolizing
Peace and Ivy. Trust, Tranquility,
And Love. The greatest of them all. And I am but
An Evening Dove.


One Thousand MirrorsAs infinity strikes, One is forced to wonder What really exists.One Thousand Mirrors
Is life itself
Simply an incoherency? What really can one prove? Sure, one knows oneself to be real, But what else?
It has been said That infinity can by trapped between two mirrors. Does that make one thousand infinities In five hundred mirrors?
If infinity is forever, does that not contradict
The concept of reality?
That all that is, Is real.
But if infinity is only something
One can conceptualize, What, then, is reality? Granted,


Two Worlds CollideTwo Worlds CollideTwo Worlds Collide
-A Poem of Armageddon Tears Fill the blue porcelain eyes; Streaking the face with fears, With its pained smile and painted lies. No such joy in pain, As darkness begins to override. Coating like a bloody rain, As Two Worlds Collide. More or less drowning in insanity, Never to relive the relief of air. None so much in the dream reality, Gasping for breath that is simply not there. Too many fairy stories Put foolish thoughts in one's head. Many untold glories &nb