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A poem about a love affair that started quickly and ended just as quick.
A poem about trying to figure out the end of a relationship and what went wrong.
I thought this would be a funny thing to post here. It is my eHarmony personality profile from 2006. It will give you some idea of what I am like. It's not 100% accurate but it's pretty close.
A poem about a girl I truly believed I was in love with. But now, looking back, maybe it was just infatuation.
A poem about a crazy young lady who lives by her own set of rules. I miss you.
And another poem that does not need a summary. I wrote several of these that are sexually charged.
I think it is pretty obvious what this poem is about so I'm not going to go into to much detail about the summary. Enjoy.
A poem about nothing in particular. It's one of those poems that wrote itself.
A poem about the damage that people can do to others and how that damage may never be undone.
A poem about the hot summers from my earlier days in northeast Texas.
A poem about a moment that almost happened but didn't and wondering about what if.
A poem about the feeling that you are going nowhere and wondering what to do about it.
A poem about having your heart broken and moving on despite the pain.
A poem about how we may keep certain things that remind us of certain events.
A poem about coming to the realization that not only is your life blowing around on the wind but your relationship, as well.
A poem about my first serious girlfriend and what it was like to go see her.
Finally, got a break from the busy holiday. Just want to wish everyone a belated Merry Christmas and I hope everyone has a blessed New Year.
A poem about standing in my front yard and coming to the sudden realization that my lawn is just a giant miniature jungle.
A poem that compares life to a bunch of different and seemingly unrelated trivial things.
A poem about surviving a broken heart. There was a time when I believed it was just a metaphor. Boy, was I wrong.
I have a tendency to let little things get to me. I have a tendency to worry about things that I have no control over. I need to take the advice in this poem.
A poem about my fading belief that there really is such a thing as soulmates.
This is actually about the last time I got my heart broken. It was no fun at all.
A fictional poem about something that almost happened to me. So it's kind of almost true but not really. Yeah.
This one is for my brother who explained to me what "hustling" was shortly after one of this stints in jail.