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| Let me preface these poems with a disclaimer: they are nothing special. Many of them are contrived in that self-depricating-woe-is-me-teenaged-angst sort of a vein. Some are silly, some aren't. Many are angry, many are sad, and most of them were written over two years ago. I am attempting to get back into writing poems, ones that are happy, profound, and less self-centered. I am trying. I realized that my writing was almost exclusively a result of depression or anger. I've been a lot more emotionally stable in the past couple of years than in the two years prior to that, so my output has gone way down. Like I said, I am trying, and I'll keep you up to date on this endeavor of mine. Also, please note that this page is not complete yet, as I am scrounging around in all my notebooks and piles of paper for poems. Keep checking back... | |||||||||||||||||||
| click on a title below: (all recently written poems will have a * beside it) |
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| birth of a branch | |||||||||||||||||||
| the neighbor's lawn sprinkler | |||||||||||||||||||
| pale face of indifference | |||||||||||||||||||
| dharma bums | |||||||||||||||||||
| two lips | |||||||||||||||||||
| slam | |||||||||||||||||||
| picking up a penny | |||||||||||||||||||
| acid remarks | |||||||||||||||||||
| getting lost | |||||||||||||||||||
| beautifull | |||||||||||||||||||
| self-deprecating | |||||||||||||||||||
| the conservative politician | |||||||||||||||||||
| philosopher in residence | |||||||||||||||||||
| unknowingly | |||||||||||||||||||
| insomnia | |||||||||||||||||||
| shadows of soliloquies* | |||||||||||||||||||