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- |
| 99.9 | I would hang on your every word... and taste in my own mouth the words yet unspoken. I would let you drag me into anything... if you only had the will to hold out your hand.
I would drive myself into insanity, if it meant that I could be with you just once... and I would drive myself back from insanity, if it meant that we could stay that way...
I would follow you, if you would lead. and I would let you string me along if you would only let me be strung.
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| A Gift From the Natives | |
| A Pie | |
| All About You | |
| All I Ever Was | |
| CMP | |
| And So, I Write | |
| Don't Ask Questions | |
| Fight, Fight... Fight | |
| Ink On Paper | |
| My Monster | |
| Neurophobic | |
| Past Tense | |
| Quiet Repose | |
| Self Inflicted Puppetry | |
| Senses | |
| Playing Chess Alone Again | |
| Nonexistence | |
| Sterile | |
| Strung Along | |
| The Bitterest Truth | |
| The Heart Will Know | |
| The Right Directions | |
| This Is It... This is It! | |
| Time to Come Clean | |
| Too Much of Too Little | |
| Unfounded | |
| Variable: x | |
| When the Sky Fell | |
| With Nothing to Say | |
| Without Failure | |
| You and My Anxiety | |