Note: So there was this really creepy tree.. The Watcher Bitter tree limbs grow out of the dry, cracked Earth, barren from the summer heat. Fingers wickedly point, scolding the lost generation. Standing in judgement, looking down on us as if it were our fault that it stands isolated and alone. Continue reading [Poem] The Watcher
Note: I think this was written while I was working part-time at a supermarket. No one knows angst until they deal with the general public on a daily basis. Strife Driving to work each day, I watch the dead flying ant decompose on my dashboard… contentment breeds boredom. Continue reading [Poem] Strife
Note: This is an older poem. Probably written mid 90’s when I was very angsty. A Much Needed Rest This page is my escape route. But, reality is not an ink refill. It is but the pen that has just run out; you can barely see it, but the imprint is there. If I had an eraser I could make the ink disappear. I would … Continue reading [Poem] A Much Needed Rest
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