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-

 

27 Reasons to Quit Smiling

Please, 
If you’re listening at all-
Don’t wake up 
Before I do.
I haven’t slept this well
In a year-
Don’t disappear
before I have the chance
to appreciate 
this place, where everything
feels solid, feels real
and I am finally 
safe, finally warm 
finally happy- just to be here.

Please, 
If you can feel anything at all, 
Slow down
Your pounding heart, 
And understand 
That we can stay 
This way
For as long as it takes
To remember 
How it feels…

And then 
we won’t forget 
how to find our way here
the next time-
and every other
after that… 
And then
We won’t forget
How to breathe
when everything
gets cold again, 
when everything
slips out of control…

So please, 
If you understand at all- 
Let’s stay this way
Until the morning comes, 
If the morning even dares
To come at all.

Before I Do
A Place With Shade
A World Without Glitter
Adam, Eve, and an Ill Fated Apple
Aftermath
All of Our Words
At Least I Still Have The Phone Numbers
Bad Drug
Being Infinite
Better Than This
Cold
Comprehensive
Conspiracy
A Farewell To Firesigns
Don't Tell Me How I'm Supposed to Fall
Down The 3rd Step to the Basement
Drive
Forget About Being Cool
Isn't It Obvious?
Different Than Mine
We Weren't Meant to Fly
I Am Only An Architect
Cotillion
I Know This Now
I Take This All
One Half Hour
Fatal Miscalculation
Mail-Order Life
fallacy
More Than I Deserve
My House
My World
One Girl Left Standing
Playing to Die
Please Stop Pushing Now
Recycled
Ritual
Soap Opera Life
From One, To The Other
Something Else Inspiring
From Far Away Places
Spitting Fire
Intersection
The Real Me
The Roomie
Waking Alone
Unforsaken
This, In Itself
Expectation
Underscore_Hate_Underscore
This One Is Untitled
Urbanized
... Is Fullness