Poem: For Dakota
I love it when your smiles are real. I love it when they're true. I love it when they radiate, like light shines down on you. I loved them then; I love them now; I love them all the same, as long as they are genuine and not damaged and...
Poem: Being Afraid
Being afraid, all the time, Being afraid, forever, Being afraid, in your mind, and labelled "disturbed" forever. Being unseen, and being afraid, and being forever lost, We need each other; we need ourselves to cope with darkest...
Poem: The Floor
Written on and trod on and walked on and stepped, Crying for all the wrong reasons. Collapsing and crushing and weeping and wept, Stepped on for all the wrong reasons. Because we can't stand up for ourselves. Because we can't defend... We're...
Campfire Stories can be Dangerous
About how a crazed serial killer was on the loose, how he escaped from the mental heath institute and would attack people without the slightest provocation." as duma tells the story the boys get drawn further and further into the tale of terror.