When you finally realize that being different is a good thing.

My life in general

The first poem is entitled "twenty-three." The second is called "forty-three." Click to see what a difference twenty years can make.

All the wind from my lungs is being pressed out every second. I suffocate. And for all this, the only reward is my palms barely stained with the pretty of the world I carry. Well, little over nothing, I guess.

But what's wrong with that? I shall tell you... Take heed, it is your only hope.

She'd make herself busy, sure enough

When you wonder if you can even identify, let alone feel your own emotions anymore

When you follow nutbars on Twitter.

This free verse poem is from the point of view of a man who finds out something about his date.

This free verse poem is from the point of view of a woman who encounters a man who wants something from her.

Juste un recueil d'essais enjolivés, rédigés dans un élan de morosité

This free verse poem is from the point of view of a woman writing a note to her man before attaching it to something.

J'entends ces musiques...

answer me.

Don't listen to the ones inside of your head. Listen to the ones outside. The voices that tell you they love you. I know it's hard to believe, and maybe even provokes you into recoiling. But please, resist the urge and listen to them speak. If you can't have faith in yourself, please put your faith in us. In me.

This nonet poem is about what a young man has discovered while going through some boxes of old stuff in the attic.

Fly little sparrow, out to the sky/The cage doors have opened tonight/Bred in captivity as you are/You will return to your home behind the bars.

As the title says, this is a rewritten version of the ballad 'Spancil Hill' with only the key point, the repetition, still there. I don't own the original ballad, I do own this one.

Un poème écrit pour la revue Poétisthme

What I want to say but cannot.

Just random poem about how you are never fighting alone.

A poetry booklet I wrote for English class in seventh grade. Not sure if I should be concerned or not.

I'm not afraid to throw my name into the rain into the pain.

"Don't count to three."

Absurd, absurd this is my new favorite word. Work is absurd, home is absurd, everything is upside down in the whole wide world.