Note: Not much to say about this one. I did know very early that I did not want kids though. Intruders The laughing cries of children playing kickball on the sweating asphalt, intrude my thoughts. Their voices sing in the faint breezes. Their smiles sail towards my room. I close the window so they can’t get in. Continue reading [Poem] Intruders
Note: I wasn’t really a goth in high school. I listened to music that was considered Goth but I was also a metal-head and loved Duran Duran. I did want to dye my hair magenta once though. And, I didn’t really like many of the people I went to school with. Can ya tell? High School Outcast Closet Goth, the black hidden behind closed doors. … Continue reading [Poem] High School Outcast
Note: This was one of the first good poems I ever wrote. It was probably written in the early 90’s. I have some really bad ones that came before this. I may have to post them just for shits and giggles. Re-reading this one, a little optimism wouldn’t have killed me. I Saw Tomorrow I saw tomorrow standing next to me. Staring, glaring through distant … Continue reading [Poem] I Saw Tomorrow
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