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- |
| 12 Situations | Deep breathing makes me high regardless of what I'm breathing. Your voice makes me sigh regardless of your words. I see you walk by ten times a day- and I find myself at a loss, what could I ever say to make you stop And stay a while? The world is ending one minute at a time just like it's been doing forever. And suddenly, I fail to find a reason to condemn you for this crime against everyone who stands alone. Feet firmly planted, I wish that I could run away... And I wonder, why you would stay in this place so far removed from from everything you feel I wish that I could stay away a while then I wouldn't have to smile - and try to forget how bad you always make me feel... I can't stop this desire to control everything that I see and I cant stop the need to patrol... looking for truth, and conviction in your eyes... Though I know, this is evidence I'm never going to find. I've changed a lot since our first fling I can't answer as to why, I don't remember changing a thing but I guess I did, because here I am. Back for more, an accomplice to your crimes. I can't mimic that look- what must be humiliation on your face, marring your good looks and drowning you in your preoccupation with everything mundane. I wish that we could run away - and I'll never understand why you always want to stay in this place, so far removed from everything you feel- from everything that's real... If I could take a breath, and walk away- I would never have to explain the way you make me feel.
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| 17 + some | |
| A Quiet Reminder | |
| A Slight Imperfection | |
| 1001 Days | |
| Afterimage | |
| Caged | |
| All That Is Left, I leave to You | |
| All The Reasons I Hate This | |
| Analogy | |
| Appetite For Obsession | |
| At The Finish Line | |
| Atlas Falls | |
| Black Semi Gloss: Exterior Use Only | |
| Blame Me | |
| Cause & Effect | |
| Cleared Of... | |
| As Far Away As Possible | |
| Conclusion Through Withdrawal | |
| Consolation Prize | |
| Darling Boy | |
| Enough For Everything | |
| Explicitly Yours | |
| 15ft Of Hangman | |
| Give My Regards to Persephone | |
| Held Off | |
| No Longer My Own | |
| I Am | |
| I Dreamed Of Carelessness | |
| I Never Offered | |
| I Win | |
| In This Temple | |
| Longing For A Lack of Closure | |
| Memorial Haze | |
| Miss | |
| My Blood Where You Stand | |
| My Glass House | |
| Next Time Don't Answer | |
| Night Under Neon Lights | |
| Low Grit, 8x10in | |
| One Place Left to Fear | |
| Rhinoceros | |
| Punchline | |
| Sanding An Already Smooth Surface | |
| The Parasite | |
| The Silver Plating | |
| Similacrimus | |
| Sky Falls Down | |
| So... | |
| Soul Parameters | |
| Spirit Well Clothed | |
| Tall, Dark, and Monumental | |
| That Little Red Light | |
| You Look Like A Murderer | |
| The Quiet Place Between | |
| Simplicity | |
| There Won't Be More... | |
| Things I Know About Yesterday. | |
| This Day Just Won't End | |
| This Half Hour | |
| This Is Me | |
| Today | |
| Tomorrow's Yesterdays | |
| Twenty-And-One | |
| Unassigned | |
| Under The Spotlight Again | |
| Vicarious Disclosure | |
| The Wake | |
| Wax Statue Romance | |
| We Can Stop Any Time | |
| We Play Eye Tag... | |
| You Could Always Fake It! | |
| You're All Morons | |
| Excuse Me, But Your'e Standing on My Tao |