Category: Poetry


What seething hatred I feel when I see that thing show up.

Harwood Avenue

A place where the rich and poor stand nose-to-nose without seeing one another.


A poem about a dead man that I hardly knew.

Positive Crap

Some things don't work out for some people, it's just reality.

I Deserve Better

Not everything that I want is the top of its class.

Violent Thirst

What is better - to be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort?"

My Dusk

I would rather be forgotten than mourned.