Is it Cupid or I that is the most confused, both victims of this storm which I will not dare call a life. Spinning Cupid… I wish I could tell the twister to take it easy; is that what I’m doing, I guess we’re not in Kansas anymore, far from it.

What is reality and what is dreaming? When dreams seem real and day to day activity seem unreal, and your subconscious mind knows the difference trying to create another reality.

A poem with a bit of a bite!

Just based off of a picture. Nothing special. Just bored.

A poem about the flips your stomach does in the face of new love.

Poem.

News is largely from the blogosphere with increasing cutbacks and layoffs at newspapers. The Internet, spin, and propaganda are on the rise.

This is another poem.

We can win in love.

Ummm….. idk.