Every environment for contemplation has its End Stool.

Together always....Always together!

What's really missing?

What goes through the mind when one wants to end it?

a discourse of a person left alone.

This poem is about a friend of mine

For Bastards like the IMF's mission in Africa
Polititians all over the world
And every other person who give humanitarianism a bad name.

Poem about being bored with Loneliness

I litterally wrote this on my phone in a dark room with no furniture, which would be the image I want portrayed while reading it (but that's really hard to get a picture of). 
I wrote this in '09, when I was like semi-depressed. It's one of the first serious poems I wrote outside of class.
It was inspired by a quote from Drake (before he was a bitch) where he starts off a song with "Why do I feel so alone?" I decided to try and answer it on my own.

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

My relationship with "god"

A poetic description of my daily trips to the local coffee shop when I was suffering with sciatica.