Try as I may There is no denying The intricacies In your way That leave behind An ache for more The fingers trace Delicate footfalls
Category: Poetry & Prose
Hole
I wasn’t quite dead But you buried Me anyway It wasn’t much Of a ceremony But what Did I expect I wish this hole Was
The Best Medicine
I always findThe humor in thingsOtherwise, the worldWould have consumedMe long ago Trust meI’ve seen themAll of themParalyzed inTheir sufferingFelt themIn every fiberOf my being
Hypocrite – An Autobiography
Shrug with false dignity Virtues signaled Calculating fractions Of what is left Pinpoint the point Within the point I’m trying to make Pretentious as hell
Empty, Within
The glory of the passing Shared among the weak Claimed by the strong Hold it up with pride Bear witness to this Ignore as my
