Poetry

Contents within this page may be horrible, or sappy, or sad, or angry or so bad Vogons flee in terror.

Read at your own risk and understand this is my creative outlet. It’s here to be shared, not critiqued in to 300 pieces.  I actually don’t care if you want to take a red pen to it.  It’s not your poetry, nor did I hire an editor, so accept it as is, or fuck off to livejournal where they get off on that sort of thing.