Incandescence

I didn't mention Plato, did I? I'm confused.

Oh yes, to explain why I look different in every picture, or you know, just kind of altercated (double-yoo tee eff am i talking about?), but yes, as I was ...

Grant preparing for Springfest. Me cavorting in a field (don't look to far into this, please). Oh yeah, you know you like that.

Yeah, I explained this in the Chatroom, but the ending is intentionally brimming with foul language. As Mesh said, it detracts from the ending, which is my intent. In this ...

Ramble Ramble Ramble Blah Blah Blah. I voted for cheese.

I don't agree with this poem's message. Maybe in an isolated sense, but you apply it to society at large. I think you should have given an example and personalized ...

The first four stanzas served a purpose you will eventually be able to say in one. Not that I could do it, nor would I offer up such blasphemy; however, ...

Please do not read my poetry if you do not plan on commenting. This annoys me to no end.

there's this tiny little side street just behind the park across from whitman's drugstore and just where the interstate joins in a curve leading off somewhere i don't know where, ...

The title actually means: Turn Away, Please, Do Not Look At Me.

Nah...CDs nowadays don't have real music on them. It's all flat and just runs into the next. Also, the music industry has suddenly been consumed with emo and poetry. Music ...

Not only do I burn CDs, I pirate most of my songs. ooooooooh.

Agnosticism is the pansy belief that's entire theological posit comes to riding the fence by saying: Well, there could be a God, but since we don't know, we're not going ...

Yeah, Liz, that's because Grant is Lolly's (Pogo's)...aaaah, screw it. Nevermind. But yes, that was the point.

This was written February 17th. And I need to remember that. I actually cried on this poem whenever I read it aloud to a small audience. I feel like an ...