Note: This is one of my favorites. It's about emotional vampires and the people who suck the life out of you. And, I was really hating my job at the time. Alone and Lonely A lonely man walks briskly, arms swaying, staring aimlessly; avoiding the decay that surrounds him. Nameless faces blur into...

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: 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...