The poet's words are last in the melody of earthquakes.

A short poem about worshipping all the things that dislike you.

A poem about regret regarding my past relationship and the time I shouldn't have wasted. A review would be lovely; please don't make my mistakes.

Two tankas about tankas(?)

A tanka.

A letter to my biology teacher, since I might be leaving the class on Monday. T for abuse.

Nationalism kicks in at the weirdest moments.

Well, I really am American.

And I think that's the surest sign something isn't going to work out.

A few houses down a father was making dinner for his kids and wife. I thought, "How lucky those kids are, to spend time with their father like that" and then I realized you were right next to me. Listening to you go on... I allowed myself to think of the lucky children again. A letter, not much of a poem but it is somewhat political. T for swearing.

A series of haikus because I don't think haikus are worthy of their own entries. Based on life; mostly angst, always with a deeper story that will be left to interpretation, as haikus tend to be. So with these backgrounds almost all of them are likely to be angsty, but without them... well, they're just words with no context, and so it goes under both angst and humor.

bye dude.

My experience with the Plants Vs. Zombies franchise and an explanation of my most recent mental breakdown. Not really an essay, more of a list.

And the anticipation that comes with floating.

Shitholes, corners of the world, and a bag of Carl's Jr. Perhaps a bit of a rant.

The chocolate coats my throat, suffocating me.

PM me, my man. Not to sound like the 'missed connections' Craigslist advertisements, but... We went to school together. Your name wasn't 'Andy', but damn was it close. And I'm sorry.

A memory from a few years ago. One that consists of hunger, guilt, and confetti cupcakes from the clearance rack of Walmart. One that I typed up and then promptly forgot about for awhile longer. A review would be peachy.

"Did you know that George Washington insisted on a ceasefire one time over a British general's terrier?" A future you want, and a future you don't want.

You know, when a package says 'Candy Cane Candies,' it's typical for one to assume that the candies inside are peppermint flavored. TW for mentions of suicide (nothing intense). Please keep yourself safe.

Conversations with strangers, sort of... A poem I wrote last night about trying to remember things. Summary sucks, poem is much better. Please r&r.

How does one hate their favorite cake when it's store-bought? Seriously! When would they ever have time for home-made cake? A night of trying to figure things out. T for a fair bit of verbal abuse, because kiddos don't need to be subjected to that.

From alcohol to tea to self harm, with little space in between. Trying to make sense of last night. T for alcohol.