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

Right now, 
I am listening to Jackson Browne-
if anyone really cares...

My mood, 
is melancholy- 
I only say this
because I truly believe
that 10,000 random strangers
somewhere out there
online
will care.

Last weekend, 
the realization hit home
that I've lost a friend forever, 
and I spent most of my time
alone, playing video games
just trying to forget
that the only reason this happened
is because I wasn't brave enough
to tell the truth.

My recommendation
to everyone who reads this entry
is to go buy an old Nintendo
and play Zelda
until your hands hurt.
then... 

Drink beer.
Eat tacos.
enjoy your life-
because you probably 
won't remember this one
after you're reincarnated.

Maybe we'll all make the same mistakes
over and over again... forever.
Or maybe, someday,

something will change.

I'm going to log off now, 
and check all of my other
stupid online journals

to see if I have
any hits on my website
other than my own IP - 

and then... 
maybe I'll write a poem.

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