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Let me be who I am. People change like the windblown sand. Let me cry when I am sad. My face is still, I'm not always mad. A lot of times ..

Battling depression

Bury me six feet under the river bed. The deeper the water the better the rest. Riverboats and barges pass over head while catfish and p..

I guess I feel like all I can give someone are my words.

Darkness follows my friend everywhere he travels. Peace has no home found within his being. Night after night torment and sorrow are his c..

Dedicated to the passing of my mother in law 15 years ago.

Rain falls upon the full blossom of an aging rose. Its bundle of petals hang from the stem as if it were looking at its feet. Sad in portra..

Inspired by one of my favorite movies, "300".

Look at me, I want you to see the anger in my face and the ugliness of my heart. The grinding of my teeth caused by the control to hold b..

Inspired by a reoccuring dream I've been having for a while.