wage slavery (poem)Read more "Every other day"
Your eyes are like stars.
The ones that burn bright.
The ones that tear through all that space,
To give the moon company in the night.
And in spite of their light
I wonder why.
All mountains erodeRead more "Mountains"
Spoken word poemRead more "Brief Summary Of Postindustrial Life"
“…I’ll weed you out someday
But for now
Just a little while longer
I guess I could let you stay.”
learn to disappoint yourself before the world has a chance to do it for you.Read more "Wisdom of seeing the glass half empty"