Category Archives: From Bad to Verse

Letters to the people I can’t seem to communicate with

Dear 1, Respect isn’t respect if it’s given selectively. Respect is a bribe if it’s given selectively. If intimidation is the only way you know to seek respect, then you will never find it. Can it still be called respect

Letters to the people I can’t seem to communicate with

Dear 1, Respect isn’t respect if it’s given selectively. Respect is a bribe if it’s given selectively. If intimidation is the only way you know to seek respect, then you will never find it. Can it still be called respect

Two Face

I. Sometimes I wonder if there’s ever going to be a point where there will be no need to ask questions. When I can just see and accept things as they are without being critical or skeptical or suspicious. My

Two Face

I. Sometimes I wonder if there’s ever going to be a point where there will be no need to ask questions. When I can just see and accept things as they are without being critical or skeptical or suspicious. My

Why I Wish Was A Saxophonist

I once knew a person who was full of ideas. Mostly mediocre ones, But ideas nonetheless. And like a saxophonist with bad breath, He let his ideas float around like happy notes that smelled of onions.        

Why I Wish Was A Saxophonist

I once knew a person who was full of ideas. Mostly mediocre ones, But ideas nonetheless. And like a saxophonist with bad breath, He let his ideas float around like happy notes that smelled of onions.        

Houdini’s Guide To Escapism

Paper-lickers. Thats how I’ll always remember some people. Trading paper for a book on philosophy, Licking paper, Talking about the metaphysics of a joint, Licking more paper. Do you think I’m an escapist? – my paper-licking friend asks me. (Here

Houdini’s Guide To Escapism

Paper-lickers. Thats how I’ll always remember some people. Trading paper for a book on philosophy, Licking paper, Talking about the metaphysics of a joint, Licking more paper. Do you think I’m an escapist? – my paper-licking friend asks me. (Here

I Think Dogs Can Hear Lightning.

It rained all night. It rained last night after months. It showed in the way it fell. Forcefully, restlessly. I was trying to sleep; Listening to the sound of the rain, Watching the lightning blink. There was no thunder. And

I Think Dogs Can Hear Lightning.

It rained all night. It rained last night after months. It showed in the way it fell. Forcefully, restlessly. I was trying to sleep; Listening to the sound of the rain, Watching the lightning blink. There was no thunder. And

Peanut Allergy?

I once knew a person Who I just couldn’t get along with. He made me feel small And he made me teeth my grit. I tried and tried and tried I even laughed at all his jokes. But nothing changed

Peanut Allergy?

I once knew a person Who I just couldn’t get along with. He made me feel small And he made me teeth my grit. I tried and tried and tried I even laughed at all his jokes. But nothing changed

The Boy Who Cried Wolf

I suppose I’ve done this too many times; Ask anyone, they’d agree. I suppose I’ve done this too many times, Too many times, I feel. To think I actually believe, That it’s a wolf I actually see, That it’s a

The Boy Who Cried Wolf

I suppose I’ve done this too many times; Ask anyone, they’d agree. I suppose I’ve done this too many times, Too many times, I feel. To think I actually believe, That it’s a wolf I actually see, That it’s a