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

As I recall all his dreams of love and loyalty
I fall to pieces, and I am trapped
by the sickness growing in my head,
as I fight against these things she's said
And I am burned by the heat of the hate that this implies-
I already know too much to think that these are anything but lies...
A voice that is not my own is screaming
I struggle to wake, but I am not dreaming
and I would tell him everything today
but he has already pushed me away
And as he enters a contract that is founded on deception,
I bite my tongue to preserve myself from this fatal misconception, 
I fear for him, though that fear is lost to disbelief
and I can only distance myself now, provide my own relief
Brother will love a whore, 
and I won't be around anymore
to bear witness to her sins
this game is through, and no one wins, 
though I have lived so many better days
since we have parted ways
and I have longed for spring as well, 
while they have both made my life hell, 
Though with the pouring rain
I have been made free... 
and silence is all I can maintain
and his fate will no longer concern me

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