insanity it is , no doubt lies here,
nonacceptance is my greatest fear,
alone in thought and in life,
dark shadow looms, grasping his scythe.

to exists here without recognition,
perturbed am i, ...

the first ever poem?



fleas.....

adam ad em

unarmed, vulnerable,and without defense,
when i think about it, it all makes sense,
writing my inner feelings, with no barriers to protect,
no longer just making dots for you all to connect,

be ...

amputation......

to be a cut above the rest...,
or wrist,.. as is your request,
to be without the hand to write,
lost forever my insight,

to be cut of in my prime,
no longer here to rhyme,
...

topics we haven't touched as yet,
must be few and far between,
finding new ways to describe,
using words that are seldom seen,

originality being the ultimate goal,
setting us out from the usua ...

if the blade be steel, and sharp as wit,
it all then lies on what you do with it,
a keyboard can be a mighty tool,
but useless in the hands of fools,
the tongue is sharp, and words penetrate,
a s ...

another mans glove..
well i have to hand it to you,
that question you have brought,
the gauntlet has been thrown,
an answer must be sought.

to wear anothers glove,
be it leather, silk or wool ...

destitute and forlorn,
jeans all holey and knee's are worn,

no direction for you apparently,
you sound like someone the same as me,

reclusive actions, silent voice,
its not like we even have ...

on my mind , and in my head,

lots of stories i have read,

past instances of weakness shown,

recalling tales of chances blown,

words of wisdom, tales of woe,

wondering now, "where d ...

i see sadness in your eyes,
having to deal with all lifes lies,
the bounce in your step, absent again,
memories in my mind of way back when.
smile that beams, and eyes that glisten,
ill be your ...

i drink to stop my mind from racing,
to many thoughts, i end up pacing,
back and forth through out the night,
passing windows, until its light.

the darkness is my motivation,
while you sleep , ...

again it has me in its grip,
which tightens again with each sip,
for 2 years i was almost free,
but again it has imprisoned me.

it made me who i was back then,
maybe i will become again,
my wi ...

a challenge to thee poets of the land,
grip thine pencils in thine hand,
a word it seems to defy ones skills,
to succeed would bring thee personal thrills,

FLOCCI­NAUCINI­HILIPIL­IFICATION is su ...

i apologize for excessive prose,
why do i do it.. "f.u.c.k".. who knows,
i think it may-be the alcohol,
or lack thereof ...i wonder... lol.

i go through phases, words or art,
hard to ...

just cause im poor and unrefined,
dont mean i do not have a mind,
some would say im over qualified,
then some would say that i have lied.

i consider myself to be unique,
some would say i've hit ...