The Lost Wolf - First to hit the stage, this is a poem to bare the soul. No secrets here. Sometimes you must be vulnerable, even when you're the predator.
The Road To Chicago - Straight up songwriting, which I rarely do anymore. I completely intend to write music for this one - tell me how you think it should sound. It's a song about abandoning a possible future for a different one...hopefully a better one.
Hearts In Greyscale - This was originally titled "Halfway To Mourning", a play on mourning/morning. I usually don't talk about changes, because revisions happen for a reason, but I think that perhaps the old title can shed some light on the subject matter. The third straight introspective piece...and they don't stop here...
Rats Don't Run For Fun - ...Another blunt piece. I didn't try to be political, or appealing, or anything, this update...just real. This stuff is me. More than anything. And this poem is my feelings on how life can be a useless and futile endeavor.
The Hangman's Rope, Frayed - Time for a little thinking about death and phobias. I tried a different strategy here - instead of rhyming every other line, I made them opposites of each other. Try that on for size.
Rider - This is a ballad. Yes, a ballad. My first in half a decade. It tells the myth of a goddess whom they call "Rider"...
Graffiti - A short, simple poem about writing that I think is very elegant. Quality over quantity.
Poetry For Lack Of Paxil - Again, short and simple. Playing with sounds. Paxil is a depression medication.
Alleycat - This and the following poem are more for fun than anything else - just entertainment and poetry bundled together. Nothing extraordinarily philosophical about either. This has layers of sex, though. Yes yes.
The Capitalist Puddle - Okay, maybe a little philosophical. With a witty title. What more could you ask for?
Pain Over Nothing - A short rant about preferring the realism of pain over the emptiness of a blank life. My brother used to say sardonically "pain is good for the mind" whenever one of us would scratch ourselves, but I hold that to be true in many ways. Enjoy!
Translations - A heartfelt song with some powerful lyrics, one of the more positive of this update. And one of the few with the standard chorus.
Angela - Very personal, even for my standards. A poem that I hope is well-received.
Sabotage - I adore alliteration...I find myself using it as a poetic structure more and more. This song is, again, indescribable by a few simple words. Personal, yet again.
Russian Roulette - This poem concerns wastefulness, immaturity, and potential harm to those who aren't careful with their lives. A comment on society.
A Song Of Bluffs And Bullshit - Very blunt, very honest. Some deep thoughts, in prose.
My Beautiful Nicotine - The contrast between how bad something can be for you and how much you want it anyway...in song format.
Faith In Fiction - Have you ever wanted to pretend that it's all just fake, simply so you don't have to take responsibility for your own life? That's what this poem/song is about.
Gunshot/Sin - A very morbid commentary on life, in five stanzas.
Liar/Sin - A themed title, containing a pun put to use in this song about lying.
Two Dozen Deaf Ears - Life is almost as unfair as our system of "justice" in this country. The guilty roam free while the innocent have their lives affected forever. Maybe I sound angry here - it's only because I am.
A Walk In The Dark - Don't ever underestimate the powers you have...how strongly your actions can affect other people. A similar theme to the song above, I could fit this one to music.
Cancer Of The Heart - Wow, talk about depressing. It may be near the bottom, but please check this out anyway. I particularly enjoy the last verse. It means a lot to me.
Turn Not From Love - A one-stanza poem, different from the rest in this update. About love and how to handle it maturely.
Sonnet #1 - Stuck down here at the bottom for those of you who make it through this latest update, this is a poem in the style of an English sonnet. I adhered strictly to the rhyming scheme, but added in one further complication - the entire thing is alliterated.