So these are my bipolar rants and raves--or poems for the less creative. To be honest, I HATE poetry with the passion of a thousand fiery deaths and always have. Anything that flowery usually makes me want to hurl. That said, these just kind of happened by accident one night during a period of my life when I was feeling uncharacteristically flowery. These verses were actually entries in my journal that just happened to unintentionally flow lyrically. Just click on whatever verse you want, or follow the links on the poetry pages to get to the next. The above image will get you back to this page from any of the poetry pages.
Curse of the Artist
Forgiven
What If
A Rant for the Disillusioned
Mourning Rejoicing
