He shot that dude like it was nothingI never seen anything like it in my lifeHe pulled up to the red lightGot out of his carHe walked over to the Corvette and fired three shots into the drivers faceHe...

Isn't it funny when you're younger, and people tell you that the moon has a way of reminding you of the past? Sitting here on this window sill I can't help thinking about Devin. How, in one night, I...

Resting restlessly within the dark of its sheath,my poetic knife feels expressionless.When so, it wants to be drawnand plundered into the white of the page.Then it wants to cut through the emptinessand carve out beautiful metaphors.The blade will glint...