this is a poem that has risen out of my frustration upon hearing the news this morning- i don't want t say what it was. i just want you to read it and tell me what you think its about.

I have writer's block, so I just wrote this to work through all those pent up angry emotions thinking of all the evil twisted people in this world.

This is a poem of anguish, frustration, and hope.

Lost in a blizzard of your emotional indifference. (Revised)

I wake up everyday wishing I was the only person in the world

I don't understand greetings? why ask if you it won't help you and you can't help me?

My mom calls! ...Hallo just wanted to say hi?...

My dad calls!...Hallo just wanted to say hi?...

My sisters calls! ...Hallo just wanted to say hi?...

My brother calls! ...Hallo just wanted to say hi?...

People get a a life!

I'm not mentally ill, I'm rude because I chose to

just to hear your response

and if you're dumb enough to respond abnoxiously maybe I can pick a fight with you

well I got everything I ever wanted, to be alone...

What happens when love is a lie?

I was very angry with my selfish roommate my first semester in collage. So I expressed it this way.

I wrote this after a fight with someone dear to me. I spaced out between words that I felt needed a slight pause before saying.

What dark emotions create...

Another love poem, one of the few that ever came across as angry.

& the first line of this poem was an actual text message I sent to the person I wrote this about.

I spend the rest of the piece ranting about how wrong it was.

In this poem I scale a mountain of all the negatives of life untill I reach the mountain top, but not always is a climax a positive thing.

Demonic Prose

This one is a backronym, but I actually forgot what it stands for. Oh well, it's from '08.

I think I'll keep this trend up of posting my older work up first. Everything is up critical critiscism so if you think I should should change something, just lemme know.

This is just one of my many poems the are an aspect of my life and how I see things and everything about me. The main point is that some things you can never prevent from happening.

In place to do what we're told until..

Talk vs Action...guess who wins?

short poem...bout me myself just fighting my inner question"s....not finnished so its something light lol

no mata what you are people will always find something wrong in you, especailly when you not doing what they think is right, it better to knw ur real self and love it, than listen to critics cos you end up living misrable.

 I believe i must have been feeling jaded. Pondering the punishment we should wish on no one.

This is a slightly revised version of a piece that was first published in October, 2010.  I am pretty sure that the imagery speaks for itself but it is fair to say that it comes from a period in my work when I was working through a great deal of anger.

This stemmed from a close friend embarrassing me in front of alot of people and I got really angry ... no-one likes to be embarrassed