I am the whale of poems

And I am just the whale of poems / And you hate poems

Football & Slavery

Bought, sold, and paid for by the owners of the game / Just like in a real American election

Murder in Suburbia (ooh! cool title!)

I thought I was losing it.

headless cows

blood smells

A Story of a Boy, and Part of the Journey

K and A had planned it out well. I was in the right place at the right time. K would be rid of me forever and the Nazi would be in jail fo…

We go





Her face barely above the water / The dead girl floated like a poisoned fish.


Matt felt the want and need for a new girlfriend. His last one, well she just wasn’t the life of the party anymore…

Choice Pro Life Choice

Tell my mother / To end my life

Experimental Writing

killed the one

The Good Book

I listened to the echoing silence that comes but once in a lifetime. I turned and delivered blows upon my blood, till it flowed over my wa…



Train Ride – 3rd Edition

“How haven’t you been caught?” / “Not many people can remember a reflection.”


‘Mankind’, go around sprouting out whatever we feel like saying at the time and don’t even realize the great power behind what …

Unjust Death

Unjust death / Sprouts without bloom / Broken in many pieces / All her beauty gone… / Not even “The Reaper” / would permi…


CHAPTER 1 “papa roxie” / one day I was out on my balkane singing “Gost of you” by My Chemical Romance. My best f…

Creature- part one

Martin held the knife towards the ceiling light, turning the handle slowly in his hand. He saw his reflection in the blade. / “Now I …

Road Trippin’

. . . road trips are not the time to bring up marital issues. This is not the forum to complain about how he folds the bathroom towels, or …


They won’t never ever fuckin stop, / So you can keep callin on the cops, / Bar the windows, deadbolt the locks, / These drugs got me …

Murderous suicide

The casket is closed. Not that anyone wanted it to be closed, just that my dead fathers face was blown off when he stuck a gun in his mouth…

Deadly Affection

Her skin paled, / that waning light, as darkness crept / like dusk into night.

Walking Wounded [a look at public officials’…

The walking wounded tread the halls of power – / On us impinge effects of how they fare. / This is a time when citizens could probe …

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