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

All the walls
Have been damaged
By years of overuse-
And there’s nothing left
To hold back
The water from the sky-
Nothing left to do 
But pray 
That no one else
Can hear me scream.

The cliff is tall
though I’m afraid
That if I jumped
I would not make it
Far enough
Before he pulled me back
To where I started from.

And everyone believes
That I should take back
What is mine
And cut the rest away-
But no one hears me
When I begin to explain
That I have been here
Before-

And after all the fighting
I have done-
It is here that I remain.
I am spent, now…
And I cannot get away.

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