It’s about Betrayal.

Foggy day tremens.

When will the time come..

A poem about the change in sleep and environment as the seasons change.

How will this help?

A collection of short stories published prior to april 3, 2011.

Its slam poetry feel free to leave comments or ideas.
just as a helpful hint though, commas are only breaths not pauses, and periods are ends of ideas, like stanzas only less dramatic.

We are programmed to blink just when there’s nothing interesting to see.

Remember when?

This is the biggest waste of time. Is it more of a waste of time for me, or for you?