some of these may be more prose posed as poetry than any meaningful attempt at the artform but this art forms something meaningful from me, and who are you to get picky about the words i pick and choose to use? this one's called heat lamps. this one's called christmas lights. this one's called aquariums. this one's called glowsticks. this one's called 100 more metaphors. this one's called trapped. this one's called no forgiveness. this one's called hurt people. this one's called my mother, a lot more than i have. this one's called something i don't want to say. this one's called the dying swan. this one's called circling. this one's called a fish with no eyes. this one's called drowning in a fountain at a public park. this one's called don't read into it. this is where i will put my haikus, if i ever write more than one this is where you can return to the homepage, if you've had enough of my shit |