Learning to fly with broken wings
Insomnia
The edge of the sea
The Kiss
I'm Not Afraid...
Pornography of the soul
There are days when...
The discourse of breaking up
Life, the bitter irony
Stupid Faggot
The day I hung myself
Looking up I call his name
Angel
If I could paint the skies
Nothing last forever but the moment..
Ten Years (for Steve)
Self Hate
Drug
Master and servant
Jungian dreams
Self portrait
Winter
Click HERE to read something I wrote about coming to terms with my friend's death.
