The extrovert hides hollow introversion.

Another poem, when I went through a “phase”

Unless we do something about this, the consequences of our mess will destroy us.

A poem about finally understanding life when we grow up.

Blame the overcast sky for this poem.

Who am I.. .

…the hope of two. ♥

Welcome to the place where the corpses of hearts lie.

This is just a short poem about forgetting and being forgotten.

Pundits predicted so much about the in-coming millennium while religious leaders made great fortunes from playing on the people’s ignorance. The poet’s verdict:year 2000 would come and go like any other before it.