tears, birthing a poem, so common
the melodramatic is always the inspiration behind...

it’s all jagged about my edges
I am an emotionally driven, person...

living in my mirror, is a different version of me
today’s fellow, who does not quit measure up to...

crusting the outer edges of my life
scabbing ,healing the wounds into scars...

there are other ‘Me's’ lurking in the shadows...
who are hiding from the sunshine...

locked down within the constraints of humanness
a sting on the back of my brain...

your intellect! do not insult your self
especially with regard to academic matters...

time is running free
not shackled by me...

addiction kills, it’s just a matter of time
rotten and festering, in the tears of lost hope...

you toss you turn
my light dsturbs...

a pocket full of rusty cions
the well is dry...

logic, a dream boat floating on a Tsunami
up was up and down was down...