A collection of poems, i made.

I find the need to practice different writing things daily. Sometimes my journal helps me get out of a rut, so I figured if I write it as a blog, it may help someone else.

Just some poetry I've written in the past, present, and future. Sorry if it comes off as edgy or overly dramatic, I picked the better ones.

I would love some feedback on these, so I can improve this side of my writing so it doesn't come off as bad.

The days of trial, when life's problems are not going away even when they thought they knew the solutions.

Who? O, who are they?

Why them!

The many who give up, when life seem to them to worsen so, but remember, there's always hope somewhere, but sometimes...

Sometimes, there's nobody to tell them, and they, like the last year, cross over to the other side. Because the masses of us are focused on our own problems, self absorbed with excessive amounts of self love; and blind to another's own.

T'is sad, really. And horrible!

Well, yeah well...

This book captures the essence of what it feels to be alive and suffering, to see beauty yet see nothing; to see destruction and feel lost in it. It describes, almost perfectly (not exactly, but you get what I mean) what it means to want to live, yet feel like giving up.

It isn't about you, or her, or him, or even them. I could say it's about the mother Earth, but really, it's about all of us - those people who really need help mentally; who are exhausted in spirit and weak, as their sanity is fading, and long a way.

What help are we to mother Earth, when dying?

What help are we to one another, when blindly fighting? And for what? Yourself?

I don't know if there's ever going to be any peace in the world, but somehow it's clear, that that is not where we're going.

To help another, and for the other to do so and likewise the other, and so forth seems to be a problem in the society we live in today. But somehow...

Somehow, evil, wicked deeds aren't really hard for most, I've seen.

My best, I have tried;

O human, will you try?

Love, loss, etcetera... typical poetic self-pity.  A few songs thrown in too...

Copyright:  All rights reserved.  Nobody can use, redistribute, reiterate, reproduce, copy, or in any other way incorporate what I have written or I might get really mad.  I may even sue you.  I live smack-dab in the middle of a town filled with starving lawyers.  And not just that — I have a lot of time on my hands and could really use some of your money.

I write poems and put them here. If they don’t make sense to you, remember this: The words you read upon this virtual website came out of my head, not yours. They aren’t supposed to make sense, but are supposed to be thought provoking and slightly interesting. Hope you like my poetry regardless!

Just some poems.

sporadic publications replete with philosophical nonsense.

mostly poetry, but we'll see.

"After something goes wrong with an interstellar spacecraft, three shapeshifting beings of light end up in a universe unlike their own, drifting through the stars until their ship crashes on an otherwise unremarkable planet. Things are made more difficult for these crystalline entities upon discovery that the laws of physics this world operates on are very different than the ones they are used to."

First chapter of this 16k sci-fantasy epic poem is available to read online for free. Currently running a kickstarter campaign to publish it and create an audiobook version. http://kck.st/32dpdyf

My second volume of poetry, containing a more raw or aggressive approach.