• Poetry,  Writing

    The Man At The Fair

    The Man at the fair stands tall trying to get a passerby to play his game. “Throw a dart pop a balloon win a prize…”, He calls out on his loudspeaker as I am drawn in. Drawn into his world of colorful balloons each waiting for the deadly prick of the dart. I throw many a dart as my arm tires and the money slowly drains from my pocket. After all is said and done, the man at the fair hands me a stuffed animal and sends me out into the world of other fair games with various colorful prizes.

  • Poetry,  Writing

    The Empty Page

    An empty page Like a mind without ideas. Think of something. Write of something. Take this boring wasteland; Add ideas to let it flourish. Plant words among the lines. Take this flat two-dimensional surface; Add some words; Add some life And watch your page grow.

  • Poetry,  Writing

    Suicide Of A Classmate

    Have a suicide plan; Planned out all in my mind. Tell my parents I shall not make it home. Leave me alone It’s too late to help me now. Had enough of life; Time to end it all. 3:00 in the afternoon; the bus ride home my final hour. I take the jagged bottle glass Out of my pocket. It is clear, And shimmering in the sunlight. It is jagged on its edges Yet beautiful and cool to the touch; The last thing I shall remember in this life. I slice my wrist to the other the same. My life’s blood fades away. I did not cut deep enough. I…

  • Poetry,  Writing

    Stamford

    Stamford, The place of wonder, to see and explore anything explore the wilderness, climb the mountains, fish the streams and ponds, or read stories to children of castles, pirates, and kings. Take a bicycle ride or relax and think about the day. Eat at the nicest of restaurants sit all day in the prettiest of parks. When I think of Stamford, all of these things come to mind. We live in Stamford; come and share our peaceful life.

  • Poetry,  Writing

    River Carry Me Away

    Oh river, carry me away. Far, far away; Nothing is left for me here. With your cold, rapid waters, carry me quickly away from here. Over the many rocks I shall not notice; the waters chill my skin until I’m numb. Carry me away to a better life. Anywhere is better than here. With your swiftly charted waters, oh river, carry me away.

  • Poetry,  Writing

    Raped At 18

    Raped at 18 years of age. If you let me touch you, I won’t try to start a fight tonight. If you let me feel you, I won’t try to hurt you tonight. If you let me fuck you, I won’t beat you up tonight. Rape me; it will not leave marks but the emotional scars shall remain for all time.

  • Poetry,  Writing

    Princess Di

    A beautiful woman. A model Princess of Wales. Riding in her car ambushed by the press. Car is now a cage trapping the perishing goddess inside. Past the golden hour doctors pound on her chest. Suddenly the woman the world loved was a legend.

  • Poetry,  Writing

    Myself

    I don’t play like the other kids. I don’t go where the other kids go. I don’t want to be like the other kids. I don’t want to be normal like storybook characters. Taking those pills only makes me one of them; one of the other, “normal kids.” You wanted me to be. Artificial and perfect. I want to be me; I want to be myself. I don’t want your candy, I don’t want your pills, I just want to be me.