A selection of my writings from over the years. Most of this ceased once I exited college, but I look back fondly on these. 

UNTITLED SONNET
My fingers are broken,
My memories forgot,
Not once have I spoken,
My lungs full of rot,
Who was I in life,
And where did it end,
A family, a wife,
Money to spend,
I do not know,
Nor may I ever,
I creep now, slow,
Though my brain they did sever,
A mindless shell,
Bound to earth like Hell.

UNTITLED FREEVERSE 01
It's humorous, how freedom can be so hindering
Given one simple guideline, I can't think of a thing
'Be careful what you wish for'
This is sound advice
Free will is as crippling
As the stab of a knife

UNTITLED FREEVERSE 02
These poems express my lack of ideas
Though they themselves are
It's a little stupid isn't it
That I default to a rambling fit
When I have nothing on my mind
Which is quite often
I will admit

UNTITLED FREEVERSE 03
Cobwebs sprinkled with gray dust
Windows, cracked and dirtied
Lights that flicker in the still, cold air
An eternal storm, thunder blares
Carried away into a foreign world
I know it as I know my own reflection
Others may see it differently than I
To me, this place is home

AUTO-BIOGRAPHICAL
As my loyal avian companions do
I have shed my feathers; they've grown anew.
I, too, have grown in all these years,
Forgotten woes and overcome my fears.
From a small, troubled child
To a trustworthy peer,
An artist, comedian,
And, yes, a bit queer.
I've blossomed into my own wild flower,
And nowadays my anxiety has no power.
I am free to live the way I wish,
The world's a clear, bright ocean,
And I am a little fish.
I am free to swim wherever I please,
To learn and evolve, and eventually
To sprout limbs and walk,
Wings and fly,
To soar higher and higher
Til the day I die.

UNTITLED ANXIETY POEM 01
Add the numbers,
Read the lines,
Block out the thoughts within my mind.
Trapped in these desks till the end of each day,
My thoughts, no, they should not stray.
Yet with each day, work goes ignored,
Without these thoughts I will be bored.
And in my being each thought will grow,
Until it is a worthy foe.
When the battles begin the casualties spread,
I can feel the claws mutilate my head.
And the bits and gibes leak from my ears,
Forming puddles of my greatest fears.
They soil my shoes, soak my feet,
The rule me over in but a single heartbeat.

DEALING
This sudden need to touch pen to paper,
It intrigues me more than I can say.
Years have passed and not a word,
But now they spill from my brain.
A gushing flow of potential disaster,
My deepest thoughts and feelings,
They want to be seen, heard by all,
This is my way of dealing.

ANXIETY
The daily struggle rips me apart
Like the monster it is,
With its piercing nails
And though my blood spills, 
I'm forced to smile through it all.
To overcome these obstacles,
To defeat this beast anxiety,
There's something I have needs to discover,
And that something must be me.
A thing, though observed each day, 
More mysterious than any other
But who else can decipher the riddles of my mind
but me?
No one.
And thus they may remain unknown forever.
Locked away, causing me to suffer.
I don't want this fate,
So monster, prepare.
You're over.

UNKNOWN
And so the echoes of my past
Play a haunting refrain.
The vibrations tickle my thoughts
Though what to make of them, 
I do not know.
Accept or reject these are my choices
The ultimate choice stays unknown.

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