The Mosquito
You thought of me for a moment, a sort of passing, like the small mosquito on a less than succulent
Singer-Songwriter
You thought of me for a moment, a sort of passing, like the small mosquito on a less than succulent
Know your worth to know your self: because to be worthless is to be without value; and to be without
All it Takes All it takes for you to be happy is to admit, that failing is just as great
I love reflecting on my old writing. The younger I was, the more my poetry tried to force rhyme. Probably
Fools are made to be broken, truly broken, since fools, as fools do, fool about so foolishly. Ah, to be
So I thought I was a pretty deep teenager, with an emotional hole so bottomless, even the tears I cried
Continue readingSomething Old, Something New: Patience is the Key
Going back through my older writing, I’m still amazed by how the me of over ten years ago loved to
Continue readingSomething Old, Something New: A Friend in Need
Hide and Seek by Raining Insanity I found a poem from 2003 from my old Compaq Presario; actually, I found
What has surprised me most about getting older is how easily friends come and go. They’ll stick around when it’s
I wish my life existed in straight lines like in reporter’s notebooks, graph paper, plaid pants— instead of left up