most of my poems are old. they suck. but for the sake of nostalgia, i've left them here. maybe you'll enjoy them. that is doubtful. however, i've started posting some new stuff. maybe you'll like that. maybe it sucks too. maybe, if you read all of my work, you can see how i've changed. maybe you can track the evolution of my mind, my depression, my healing, my regression, my heart. i appreciate comments, whether they be irrelevant, critical, or simply lovely.
dear brother
will i ever see you again?
or have i lost another friend?
i know you had to go
...
Life is cruel
Life is pain
Life is nothing
But guilt and shame
...
as the snare clicks
my feet hit the ground
steady with the beat
i can't look around
...
this heart of mine
cries tears still
because still he is gone
a ghost of memory
...