Poet Dragon Poems
|2.||My Happy Nothing||2/28/2006|
|3.||Day To Day||2/28/2006|
|5.||So That The World Will Not Perish||2/28/2006|
|8.||I'M Only Worth A Penny||3/3/2006|
|10.||Who I Am||3/7/2006|
|11.||Is It Love?||3/15/2006|
|13.||No Longer You||3/15/2006|
|15.||Green Clouds # 1||3/18/2006|
|16.||What Isn'T There||3/28/2006|
|20.||Green Clouds # 3||4/14/2006|
|22.||World War Three||4/16/2006|
|23.||Me & You||4/16/2006|
|26.||Green Clouds # 4||9/28/2006|
|28.||The Purpose Of Love||9/28/2006|
|33.||How To Cope||10/3/2006|
|34.||You Make Me Cry||10/11/2006|
|37.||A Halloween Story||10/31/2006|
|38.||Facing A Blank: Part 3||11/14/2006|
|39.||Facing A Blank: Part 1||11/14/2006|
People aren't born for what they do, but what their parents dream.
People don't grow for growing's sake, but for the future's gleam.
People don't live to one day die, they live to put off dying.
People don't work to build themselves, they work to stave off crying.
People aren't fired for what they say, they're fired for making war.
People don't die for what they believe, they die for who they are.
I will the furor into the white spaces crowding closely on the page,
keeping their contrast only because the words need to speak.
I dream of death and hope the page will hold it all-
all the dreams, turned larcenous like nightmares...
Except there seem to be no happy thoughts to bring them darkness...so they are bland.
I watch the matter of my makeup bursting into fractal inconsistencies; E=MC2 and the world burns in a flash leaving behind the torrent of my withered, twisted hopes...fle