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- |
| In The Rain | I am feeling up today
a tricky shade of red-hot cynicism... I am an abstract interpretation of all the fears you hold for me and all the emotions you harbor, but deny thoroughly whenever suspicion of ownership arises. I am the one who started all of this- no games, no hypothesizing... just a simple denial- I would claim that I am free of you... And I will absolve myself of these accusations if you will not judge me for yourself. I am more in control of this fate than you may ever need to know. The rotting plasterboard in the alley has become more and more a part of the earth - hard packed from traffic and rain... Every time I walk from these doors, I think of you - and of everything we will never begin to comprehend about each other... And I am content to know you as you are- fantasy and flaw molding together into something I can more easily swallow. This gray sky is the same one that we've been standing under forever... And despite popular belief- this isn't so controversial as we would have each other believe. This place will keep going- and we may become directionless, or find different paths. The next time I walk out of here may be the last time... Would it matter in the end? To have known is enough for me, but would you be content? knowing that even memories fade when they are used as often as I would stop to think of you... |
| A Tricky Hue | |
| Intricacy Inaccuracy | |
| Stop This, Now | |
| The Way It Always Was | |
| When We Are No More | |
| Will There Be? | |
| A Perfect Exit | |
| An Ill Placed Advertisement | |
| Dear Stupid Online Diary | |
| Drawing Blood | |
| Infinite Design | |
| Instead of Burying The Hatchet | |
| La Fee Verte | |
| La Fin Du Monde | |
| Lesser Parts of Me | |
| Liar, Liar, Liar | |
| Mental Masturbation | |
| Persephone Dreams of Hades Yet Again | |
| Slept | |
| Soliciting Emotions | |
| Something I Can Understand | |
| Speaking of Darkness, Here She Comes | |
| This Morning Was Different | |
| Tumble Dry Medium, Do Not Dry Clean | |
| Unbearable Fortitude | |
| Tea and Apathy | |
| Tear and Bleed | |
| That Wasn't My Parade You Just Rained On | |
| The 99th Percentile | |
| Barracades Are Broken | |
| The Blues of Grey | |
| Bottomless, Above | |
| The Figure That Ruined the Painting | |
| The Jewel Encrusted Shrine | |
| Where It Belongs | |
| White and Still | |
| Work, Murders My Very Soul | |
| Worn Around the Edges | |
| Over And Again | |
| Past Mistakes and Future Addictions |