The summer breeze blows with despair, …and what often blows back to, are more stronger gusts with darker musts, …that lack every bit of fair. It is these summer days and nights, …that fill my mind with sorrow. And they come and go with little flow, …and leave little lust for tomorrow. When I was a younger more eager man, …and...

on a firm seat I sit. and with little faith or wit i fall to the bottom of the pit. life can be so pale, vibrancy will fail. on this roller coaster I speed with little that I need not even a seed only a weed far from any creed. i am a round peg to the world’s square hole. and with every passing moment, passes my soul. up for me is down. no one can...

random likeness to any other one, i admit I am but a shadow of a son. the drum beats deep in my brain, and I fail all those I maim. like ice melts, so does my soul. and like the moon eclipses, my heart is coal. empty streets and flat meadows, line the plains of my minds avenues and, with the slight bend of the left side, i twist, turn and contort to get a clearer...

In high school I wrote poetry, but nothing that anyone would ever see. Poetry wasn’t cool, and I wanted to be cool – so I wrote it, and hid it. Before we got rid of our old Pentium 2 I remember printing all the poems I wrote out, so, just incase any of them were any good, I wouldn’t lose them forever. And so all my poems sat lifeless in a stack...

Love courses through my red veins. Envy courses through my green veins. Sorrow courses through my blue veins. Fear courses through my black veins. My veins course with things that seem natural, but, when they pulse, it feels alien. The feelings that you give me, when and where, push the blood through my veins with little regard. My veins house things of...

Imbue onto me and you, The things that you and I must do. Always consider and pursue, The dreams that you and I deem true. Speed bumps we must subdue, And push, push on through. For when the moment is in view, Be certain it does not pass you For these moments that I preview, Are all too sparse and all too few. These moments don’t add up in lue, And...