This one is about trying to make something simple and mundane sound needlessly complicated, and interesting. Again more growing as a writer.

This has got to be one of my favorites I've written. Mostly cause Its fun and it has real meaning to it. Its about how when you hurt somebody, you need to leave them alone to deal with it rather than constantly bothering them to make sure they are alright.

Again another girl Poem. This one for my Kristie. I actually wrote it for her before we started going out. It started off as a lyric and I should have kept it that way but I really wanted to try a Vilanelle. I wrote it to see her smile. No other reason in the world. She was just my friend's sister to me at the time even though I liked her alot, even then(Actually since the moment we met to be honest). Its probably among my worst 5 poems to be brutally honest.

This Poem... Is about a girl. But I made it seem like it had a nice dramatic ending, instead of what really happened. (Note all the names have been changed)Tito as you can guess is me. Madoline is my ex-girlfriend whom is to this day putting me thru hell. Slader is a bastard that I thought If I acted like he didn't bother me then she'd let him fade into the background like he was supposed to. Damn me and being so trusting, in that girl. This seriously is the story of my life up until grabbing the gun and blowing my brains out. I did write a note that made her see things better when she was with me, but we aren't getting back together, she isn't dumping "Slader", and yeah as far as she is concerned I might as well have blown my brains out right in front of her.

This poem was just again, growing in style.

Just playing with font. Didn't care in the slightest one way or the other about the war. I do agree with my statement that divided we stand and united we'd fall. America is about divisity of well... everything. Rich as to Poor, Black as to white, all different. Otherwise we'd all be communist or some other form of facist to say the least.

Girl poem. Written about how the oppsite sex has all these head games that men will never understand, and how I don't get them. They end up leaving me terribly confused and horribly angry for not getting the point.

Actually in retrospective I did mean hollow. Meaningless bull shit on trying to find myself, more about exploring being an artist and all that fun goo rather than any life message statement.

Weird place, weird time. I can't even begin to phathom more than a guess at what I was saying. Its another poem on escaping reality.

This isn't about a city at all. Its about being cut off from everything and everyone. It came from thinking deeply on a bible verse about god's wrath. Old Testiment shiznic.

This is about seeking something that doesn't seem to exist, in away making fun of razorgrin(just slightly) and using my ABCs to cause I was trying to get more creative.

This poem is just about wishing that someone would pull you away from yourself and make you happy when your feeling blue.

Ah... but then I have to stand in line.

Well thats okay, It doesn't really make much sense anyway.

No its just really illogical. A girl selling her virginity as if it was a tangible object as opposed to an action. It was mostly an example for later buying a man's dignity but I could see so many possible meanings being read into it.

I agree. I also think the rhythm in the jelly line is a little off. If you keep it try "and I turn.." It might fix it.