Note: I was listening to Ryan Adams when I wrote this. My musical taste can only be described as schizophrenic at times. I have my favorites but I listen to almost every genre. Nighttime Song Alone, 10:30pm, speakers shed acoustic tears in small quiet sobs. The soothing voice, singing of sadness and longing, comforts the...

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...

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....

Note:  Once again, not really sure what was going through my head when I wrote this but I did suffer a lot of insomnia before the meds.   UTOPIA Sinking in a sigh my thoughts blur A dream-like cloud covers my eyes And I squint to see through the haze The forms I see are...