This poem is about feeling lost and alone and having somebody come and help you and get you out of the feeling of hopelessness and loss.

[draw-matization] The pitfalls of following directions to a tee…

A man ponders the bad choice he made for voting for Obuma, and then resolves to end his uselessness.

This is my novel that I’m writing. It’s a dark twisted one, and it has some twisted humor later on.It’s mostly an action/horror genre. And do know that the chapters progressively get longer.

This is a poem I wrote in regards to the way US culture seems to be going. It also likely holds truth for many readers from other countries as well. It also may be received as the pointless ramblings of an alcohol addled young adult.

I wrote this poem because my mind was stuck on the subject of the dead, and I thought to myself, "What if we retain a form of consciousness for a time after we die?" So I wrote this from the perspective of a dead man or woman, and as if death was pain until we decayed.

A life-altering time in my life, and my view of it.

A poem about a once mighty ruler who finally realizes how foolish his lust for fame and wealth was.

Set includes
1. Decay – Zeke
2. Immigrant – Joe
3. Seasonal Change – Zeke
4. Acrimonioum – Joe
5. So What – Zeke
6. Sack’d – Joe
7. Aby – Zeke
8. My Turn – Joe
9. Honor Roll – Zeke
10. A Change – Joe.

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