How difficult is it to heal from a bad relationship while you're still in it? Based on my experience, it is virtually impossible.

The madness within a neurotic mind, a beaten down soul.

A lonely soul

This poem is how I feel about my mom, Its dedicated to her.

This poem I wrote is about drinking and driving and what can happen if you do it.

This poem is about a friend of mine

Our planet is sick

I never knew crying could mean so little, and tears so hollow.

This is more of a rough draft I'm working on. I mean to use this as lyrics for a song, but would appreciate some constructive critizism

Not my favorite concept but I think it has some nice rhymes in it. Feed back please

The usual morning routine ...

This is a poem anyone can relate to whether you've been hurt or hurt someone else dear to you. Male or female.

Don't sell me with your nightmares, green zealots.

Fatalistic scenarios abound, making this world a scarey place

for children of earth.

Not a good day today

I did this as a warm up for my Creative Writing class. I tried to find the picture, but Idk if it's online.

But I basically had to write off of a black and white picture of a woman and fist.

The lady could either be the victim or the fist. I chose victim

Yay for more depressing stuff! I've really gone in the vault this time to gather up some of my older writings.

I don't rememeber when I wrote this exactly but it's inspired by a quote from Asher Roth's Sour Patch Kids.

It's like a child's plea for peace.

I travelled in Cambodia in the fall of 2011, and the reality of the tragedy of the Pol Pot ('75-'79) regime is still devastatingly sad. A Maoist revolutionary, Pol Pot orchestrated the deaths of almost a quarter of the population of Cambodia in the three years of his tenure. Educated people, most certainly writers and poets, and any holders of knowledge of the rich culture of this land were almost totally exterminated. The culture was close to extinct when the Pol Pot regime was overthrown. I have accompanied this short poem with photos that I took while travelling. I had hoped to be able to edit the text and rearrange the photos after downloading but I have not discovered how to do this.

Forlorn angel without a name.

I do not know how far have I fallen

and I do not know how long had I been loving

This is a poem inspired by Lord of the Rings

A poem about a man in a mental asylum

Dealing with inner nightmares

This was/is my first serious attempt at poetry, written as a high school senior some 30 years ago.