he was smiling.

his breath - a fucking spider ; his words - a web

Recorded. 1:21 am.

bullet 3 i'm betting you'll die

...you just wouldn't understand.

lost ones, loved ones

i didn't mean to hurt her. i wanted her to be beautiful(to transcend)... but nothing good, nothing gold, can stay. don't read it if you love her.

Latex love and girls that were silicone-inflated whole. (Or so you think. . .)

him and you. lots of thinking. but it's all connected. "tell me pretty dark / what do ya think"

flying across a cosmic drop of rain

If you fall like you fade there'll be nothing left to save. [little boy turned media whore]

Epilepsy and schizophrenia on the late night L.

Candid shots of a mo(u)rning routine.

Sometimes you really are nothing but meat.

"dream of orange cream scream otter pops glitter sheen"

confused feelings.

Performance poetry, intended to be read aloud, slowly. Critique welcome.

slough off your second skin

A song dedicated to a friend of mine. A lot of things mentioned in this song very few people will understand. Obviously, there are some alcohol references - the rest I will leave for you to determine yourself. Interpretations are encouraged in reviews.

This is an explosion, so good luck deciphering it. (I'm the man sitting on the bare couch with the cushions gone and x's on his palms...)

he said he looked up and could see the stars

swanky...

Welcome to Suburbia. Wish you were here.

expressing my political dissatisfaction about war, class, descrimination, and oppression of rights. fight the power.

About a guy who was in my Art class; reminiscing about moments of him.

America is like an empire and someday it will fall

The Walk of Shame for a homeless girl.

The minstrels of old aren't quite gone yet.

really abstract something or other written a few months ago for poetry class. some spacing again got screwed up. yeah. please r and r?

Part one of the Sibylline Trilogy. Short, apocalyptic poetry.

Sanity is only skin deep.

One of the few poems of mine that I actually like.

I'm drowning in tears and dirty blood. Someone save me...please...before...

Inspired by Tuli Kupferberg. If you are easily offended, don't read this.

The school administrators have been telling us the same things for WAY too long. After a while, we learn to ignore it all. (poem) Read and review plz!

The creepiest little lullaby you ever did see. I'd like to set this to music eventually, but it's a poem first and a song second. [Written in 1999]

Oh the excuses we make. (If talk of cutting bothers you, it'd be best not to read this.)

Read carefully.

Just a creepy poem about... well imagine screaming and all you hear is static...

This guy is scary.

Please read and review a novice poet's work; it's sweet and harmless :)

another poem through the eyes of Kurt Cobain. This poem probably makes no sense to you guys, but i don't care. Its depressing. Like everthing else i write.Review it if you'd like, or if you're a fan. Remember Kurt for who he was: the godfather of Grunge.

A young man...murdered out of hate....BECAUSE HE WAS GAY. My feelings on the incident. Rated PG for language.

about a drug addict i used to know....on an acid trip at the time.