I write a lot of psudo-angst. Some of it was taken a bit to seriously. Some was actually written in a time of confusion and pain.

I don't like to post my better work for a number of reasons. But I probably wont share those just yet.

Right now I just want to tell you that I have done many things. Some things I am ashamed to admit untill I realise that it matters just as much as a single ant burning in a lava flow.

Much of my poetry (if you've read it) is my attempt to learn the styles of other poets.
It is all original, but the 'emotions' that I feigned were not my own.

Sure, there are exceptions. 'Kayla' is one of them. Another is 'This Feeling...'
I am not really sure what I have added to this site, but I am sure that I have added a few things that someone thought to be a 'sign.'

Whatever, I am going to quit with the psudo-emotions and I am only going to actually post something if it says what I need it to say and if people wont be on me about it the next day.

Arigato,

Sparrow