Music Without Pretense

Like everyone else, I have a certain taste in music. I have hangups that preclude me from liking certain popular artists, but nevertheless I listen to an eclectic assortment. I use the word “eclectic” here very reluctantly because it’s the go-to word that music snobs use to lord over you the fact that they are … Read more »

Danger Is My Middle Name

I am a very unexciting person. The thought of skydiving seems, well, moronic to me. Jumping out of a plane? Really? Whatever adrenaline rush one experiences for a few minutes after jumping out of a moving vehicle thousands of feet in the air and hurtling toward the ground, let’s be frank, shouldn’t be worth it … Read more »


Crack open my shameful headI am nothing to deserveTo dine among the deadLet my pride do me inLest I forgetWhere did it all begin? Cut me and I’ll melt like iceSteer me away, my SaviorFrom my malicious viceFrom the chains set me freeDon’t let it beThe only end in me. Potter, I am the clayMold … Read more »

An Unfortunate Process

My process for writing poetry kind of sucks. The original poems were raw, flowing emotion with very little editorial changes. They usually had more or less strict meter and rhyme, but were very focused and short. Over time, I combined a lot of them with vague similarities and smoothed over the rough edges. I regret … Read more »

Candy-Coated Apathy

Don’t you show meAll your fake shining teethDon’t give me a reason to believeThat you would ever care about me. Don’t you wear thatSunshine mask anymoreWe both know that you dream devil dreamsUnder the angel face that you wear. You think pityIs such a noble thingYou kill me with every single wordDon’t lie to me … Read more »


Cold as a glacier macho slideBoutiques you’ve never triedSweating travel strainThings I did for you in vainDo you try to be so mean?Lacking some blue caffeineI’ll go away and let you restWhatever suits you best. Hot as a supernova screamDreaming a vacant dreamSunburn aftershaveTylenol and coffee craveEmpty as a donut holeSadist like rock and rollPathways … Read more »

A Personal Renaissance

It’s crazy how life chokes out one’s artistic and intellectual pursuits. Secondary school was my first golden age of expression, a time when my emotions and intellectual curiosity bubbled over and found their outlet in sappy love poetry and prose about God and our place in this world. Like most protagonists in coming of age … Read more »