Hello, on this page I have posted some of my poetry that I have written. So, sit back and enjoy with your favorite cup of coffee 
Remember, I will also post other people's work as well, so contact me if you so desire.
**Some of the Poems don't have titles; the first line is in bold.
A meteroic spark
Blazes through
A labyrinth of gray
Winding tunnels
~~We encase ourselves in Eggshells
Coated with pastel dyes
Too reluctant to see tougher skin 
here i am I sit here and i wait and i wait in darkness ignored jesus i have too much time to brood so i brood about having too much time to brood that noise what was that noise the cat yes it had to be the cat but ill doublecheck anyway why did he leave me leave me why does she slam the door in my face leave me alone goddammit what the hell do i want what the hell do i want. . .
He eats the red fruit--
Swollen, curvy outer flesh
Indulges his sweet tooth
For a fleeting moment,
And when
Done
He spits out the remainder--
A brittle pit
~~I walk down your checkerboarded floor
Past candles
Past large arcades of columns
100 feet high
~~You walk down that same hall
As me
I look in to your cryptic blue eyes
And you look into me
~~You have known your hall
Every columnade, every black and white tile
But sometimes you notice. . .
That mysterious wind in your precious hall
But then you ignore it
~~It's dark, and the wind comes
I want to talk to you
But I am invisible--
Ignored, just a shadow. . .
~~A ghost in your hall
Upon hearing the weatherman
Embellish the blistery cold and
Tearing winds and the chance there may be--
Get this--
Snow,
And on your way to rape the supermarket
You walk outside and feel the warmth of summer.
That is true sunshine.
And it is so fervent that even the slightest breeze
Brings not the slightest chill
But the utmost pleasantness,
Begging you to jump into the sparkling
Waters of refreshing spring
That is true sunshine.
And when the sky is clear
Nothing visible but the vast azure above
No obstructions
No clouds
That is true sunshine.
