My hands are white with boredom.
Frustrated with the nothing...

Someday... I hope to find myself in the mirror.
I hope to see the world a bit clearer and maybe...

If facebook was an actual book sold on a nook...
Reviews would call it a waste of time...

One is a lonely number in a crowded space.
Two is a taste for something better, something...

Text of poem.
Next to roam...

Preserve my body, reserve my follies for the next...
Either I'll ride a trolley, or I'll write my holly...

When you die you're all alone. Until then to each...

I'm a man on a mission of redemption.
Coming alive with something inside of me...

Once upon a opening up of a new page of my life I...
Working backwards I remember the repetition of...

As my insides are coming out, I shake about in a...
This is all just a phase...

Busy Dew.
Steam to concur...

If the greatest adventure in life is death, then...
that death is more like a season then an end...