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Ten Tips

1.) Always carry a watch, a wallet and a pen. As for women, carry some equivalent and... frankly, a wallet's not a bad idea. 2.) When driving, always...

How to Play Darts

a philosophical explication on the sport of darting.
Cherry

The Reader

The Reader 'It's finished.' Of all things I did not anticipate this. 'What?' 'I said it's finished. It's over.' 'But it hasn't even properly begun, I...
Cherry

WHIPLASH

Do you want 'lashings' of 'love'? Would that be a hit with you? Is giving you harsh treatment, Something you want me to do? Do you want to feel the...

program

program the program to program a programme to program the prose i've written a written writ, written to rewrite what i wrote to be right as the sun...

under everything over nothing

nothing is for ever only forever itself broken window panes reflect your shattered health i can't see the truth your wall of lies is built for show...

surface

just a surface no underneath just a faith never belief just a feeling never love just a craving not enough to reach you inside keep you alive open...

medicine

you destroyed all my energy i grew so weak with empathy never a path in front of me just the chaos surrounding me,it seems whatever i touch turns to...

carry

carry me down the stairs to the place where i belong so sick of everywhere so sick of all my wrongs i'm tired of taking the blame for errors so human...

hum

as aimless as it may seem you keep it all so nice and clean beautiful images on the walls seeing skeletons in the settee why say anything anyway when...

She-He

Young for love.

QUIZ

It's a poem!

A Life's Work

All of life is about hope, about believing what you can never know for sure. Here is a look at people who never had to question, and never had to take a leap of faith.

This year

this year life's storm tossed me ashore in strange lands where the natives apparently did not speak my language. the uttered sounds I interpreted...

What?s left to say

This year Deserves a poem, But words fail me. White oblivion Wraps and seals Pandora's box. Outside Frozen softness Blurs sharp angles And covers...

St.Stephen?s day

St.Stephen's day: Emotional indigestion And no turkey To blame. Alone the ghosts Of Christmas haunt me. They dance around the tree, Whisper tales of...

In between years

Sluggish days: Time drips it's Leaden sand Through the Narrowed waist Of a heavy hourglass. Gluey cobwebs Deny exit from Memory's maze. Tired eyes...

Journal 12/28/04

Today has been a good day overall. It started with a surprisingly mild hangover. The day got better from there. Waiting for the library to open, I...

Will To Life

It's actually a song, one of the best I've written so far.

REMEMBER US?

Did it escape from my mind; All the things we used to share, How great it felt to wake up, And find you were still there.

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