Technical Writing & Random Thoughts

 

Old (& not particularly good) Poetry


The Brutality of Youth - The First Words :1991-1994
Vanity - Product of a Public Education :1995-1998
The Resident Muse - The Coffeehouse Era :1999-2000
Post Education - The Hardcore Haze :2001-2002
Overworked - Reflections On A Lesser Existence :2003-2006
Daily Missives - The Poem of the Day Collection :2005-2007
Sweet Dreams And Other Fictions :2008-

 

99.9

Hexed,
She turned her head and spat.

Went on vacation,
hiatus of the soul,
to run...
but to what?

A pie?
Two slices please.

Divide the whole
and in equality feed.

Cursed,
Voices sound in echoes...

The empty tin reverberating voices,
No more.

An escaped cherry
runs across the pavement
into the goat's mouth.

The apples cry for the scent of cinnamon,
strong, and bitter.

A pie, To feed...

everyone eats,

Empty tin not forgotten.
Piled with fruit,
And bits of dough.
Lives to make a pie again.

Two slices please.

 


 
A Gift From the Natives
A Pie
All About You
All I Ever Was
CMP
And So, I Write
Don't Ask Questions
Fight, Fight... Fight
Ink On Paper
My Monster
Neurophobic
Past Tense
Quiet Repose
Self Inflicted Puppetry
Senses
Playing Chess Alone Again
Nonexistence
Sterile
Strung Along
The Bitterest Truth
The Heart Will Know
The Right Directions
This Is It... This is It!
Time to Come Clean
Too Much of Too Little
Unfounded
Variable: x
When the Sky Fell
With Nothing to Say
Without Failure
You and My Anxiety