My own nostalgic views of feminism. The formatting was completely destroyed during the upload, so it may look a bit nonsensical. My apologies.

It has no philosophical meaning, and will offer you absolutely no intellectual improvement whatsoever. But you're going to read it anyway.

I hate to ruin the innuendo, but Grus the Madman is actually a heron. Read it first as if you didn't know this, and then read it again while keeping that in mind. Muy interesante.

Conjured after a particularly excruciating rehearsal during which I was subjected to the obnoxious giggling of the three curly-blondes in drama. I shudders.

An account of three memorable moments that all involved trees, but mostly of one that reminded me of Da Vinci.

A Shakespearian sonnet on the too-much-neglected value of silence. Please do not read aloud.

A foolish poet's perpective on the nature of the universe.

Sonnet. Read.

Three-verse octosyllabic couplets about how there are some things that bad poets just shouldn't touch.

Beginning with my favorite lines from a previously written poem. Excuse the bad pun (Is there any other kind) in the title, but I couldn't resist.

Interesting rhyme scheme to this one. Difficult to explain using less words than are in the actual poem, so you might as well just read it.

A compilation of ten random silly limericks I composed in my notebook in summer school for lack of anything better to do.

A rhyming free-verse about poetry itself and its ridiculously central position in my life as of late.

My first attempt at sonnet writing. Inspired by my old science teacher's favorite saying, "The more things change, the more they stay the same", which I recently realized was in iambic pentameter.

A silly limerick I wrote for science class when I had to do a biography of Isaac Newton.

I am especially proud of this one. A product of my frustration with whiny teen angst poetry, and a plea for the return of classical verse. Read this, if you read nothing else on this page.

A mockery, perhaps, of my own poetry since reading the works of someone who had the right to tell tales of sorrow

This was originally written around a rough sketch of a skinny wretch sitting on a stool with part of his skull peeled back, examining his brain with his disembodied eyeball. That ought to tell you exactly how strange this poem is.

For Elie Weisel. Your story has never quite left me.

Ha-ha! Silly human girl has figured it all out! Scream with me and run around in circles! Fear me, Grissom goddess of the universe! Let us rule together! WEEEEEEEEE!

No philosophical or informative purpose, I suppose, but I thought this one was especially pretty. Just read it.

My own strange view of a typical high school girl's search for romance, being a bit jaded on the topic myself. Review, dammit!

Something I wrote for English class. Surprise ending. Plenty of good feedback from the gang. It's good, I promise.

Surprise, another blues song. Very proud of it. Writing keyboard music as we speak. Please review, tell me what images come to mind.

The moral is: never piss off 274 solid pounds of twitching muscle.

Various curses and spells for the condemnation of select individuals to an eternity of misery, woe, and an assortment of ather extreme stages of depression.

Strange abstract peice written to rid my brain of a few strange abstract peices of poem floating around up there with the dolphins. Weeee, swim my little dolphins...

Ever heard "Are you gonna be my girl" by Jet? It's kind of like that. Wrote this when I was in a mood to party.

All the peices of poetry that didn't fit anywhere else. Kind of like my own personal wonderland, filled with random one or two -liners that I couldn't make up a poem to go with. Kind of cool, I think. Welcome to Wonderland.

Have been shut in a house for ten hours a day, three weeks straight. You never know what a kid will come up with when they're bored.

They may have good taste in aesthetic architecture and high fashion, but the French still suck.

Okay, no more mushy stuff. The Killer's back!

Looking back on the school year, saying goodbye to life as I know it.

It's stupid. Do yourself a favor and read something else. I recommend Monster Blues.

Ah, the inborn desire of all children to get out of school that causes them to daydream, watch the clock, and yes- even wite a blues song.

My family and some of my friends call me "The Rock" because I never cry. Funerals, breakups, injuries, divorce- you name it. Never. Well, life kicked my ass today and The Rock is feeling more like a cotton ball.

A blues song, all the way. To the tune of "When the Levee Breaks" by Led Zeppelin.

Mental hairball. Lament for our screwed up generation. Semi-free verse, totally unedited, unrefined, imperfect. Curse you.

Ah, my best beloved food of all! Hot wings ROCK!

A reminder to myself to lighten up.

Go on, see if you can guess who it's about. I'll give you a clue: you probably know him.

Not sure where this came from. Read and review.

Made it up while peeling dead skin off my hands. Kind of sounds like a Dr. Suess poem.

It's short, just read it.

A vey strange, random poem that has nothing to do with toad spit.

Remember "Monster Blues? Well, here's its sister poem, Monster Rock. Maybe I'll write a Monster Polka...

If your parents are divorced, you'll get it. If not, enjoy anyway.

Are you sick of life in general? Then you'll love this one.

The beginning of the very long story of Lady Luck. Read it anyway, dammit.

This is about being a smart-alleck kid and not being taken seriously by anti-smart-alleck adults. Curse you, anti-smart-alleck adults! CURSE YOU, I say!

Don't worry, it's not in German.

I wrote this while I was hungry. Go figure.

This one's for all my buddies back at the asylum.

Forget caroling and church- this is what Christmas is like with MY family!

Ballad of the evil overlady. Kind of like an Iron Maiden song.

I wrote this for a friend who wasn't feeling to hot. Enjoy, R&R.

A salute to Rock 'n' Roll from a die-hard fan.

Okay, I don't usually write romance poems, but PLEASE just this one? Pretty pretty pleeeeeeeeeease?

This guy Zack and me were fighting over who's better: Ohio State or Michigan.(OSU rules) Obviously, my verses are the good ones.

Meant to be a blues/rock song. This is one of my favorites so far. please R&R.

We lift our souls in worship of thy greatness, O holy rubber weapon of might!

An epic balladish type poem. Came up with this after listening to Battle of Evermore

Pick a tune, fake an Irish accent, and sing along! Note: This song is best performed in the company of a breakdancing leprechaun.

A poem about death, despair,doom, and all that good stuff.

If I was important, this would be my theme song.

Party at my place!