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

I'd hoped you'd never know, 
and I would never have to pretend
that everything is simple
when everything
is so insanely complex.

I'd hoped I'd never feel this
coming down around me,
and have to grasp to understand
that some things 
are only difficult 
through necessity.

I want to do the best for 
everyone, in a situation 
that is not right for anyone...
I want to stand in the face 
of this reckless default
and hold up 
all of the falling, failing
words that no-one 
ever has the strength to say anymore.

I can only hold you
as high as my arms will reach
after this pedestal crumbles
I will find, 
that we are all quite the same 
in our ignorance... in our nonchalance.

we are all just wanderers
who choose, if only for a moment
to settle where it feels right-
and to pick up and leave again
at the first sign of spiritual decay.

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