Completion.

The elevator described in this poem does have one big mirror on the outside as well as the inside. The rest of this poem is just the author’s imagination, and written to be funny.

A quick trip, relating all too closely to reality, of my journey through cocanine addiction. The rush, the fall, everything about it had me from hello.

Mirrors watching me.

It isn’t so…

A poem I once called "When Dead Flowers Blossom"

Eyes are the windows.

A poem about self punishment and self hate. It fuels our lives many times. Is there hope?

Poem about self flagellation.

Late at night sometimes I get wistful, this is one of those moments.