I won't burden you, anymore A poem born of an attack of melancholy and a genuine feelings.

Filicide Frankly, which would be worse? Being killed by the police and getting no justice in this current existence or being killed by one's parents as an act of mercy? History repeats, it seems.

Is it spring for you, too? In some parts of the world, it's still winter, however, here, in Ohio, I saw a butterfly, so I think it's spring.

Stargazing As one may already know, I'm not good at the whole art thing so I wrote this for the "Galaxies for Qinni" event back in 2020. Qinni truly was someone remarkable.

Blue Marble Ordinarily, I'd just put them in recycling when I'm finished but one of the bottles had a blue marble in it and I, for some reason, decided that I wanted it.

Wasted Day Yesterday, it was such a nice enough day to go but, instead, I stayed inside.

Full Circle When I first started my job, out of training, my first shift was on New Year's

More Than a Stray A poem about "Dusk" who was more than a stray.

1 Never Again Considering my crap luck with friends, I'm done. A wounded heart can only take so much and mine has taken enough. I'll never make friends again. The final nail that inspired this poem was too much.

Amanita I couldn't think of a poisonous plant in which to write about so I picked something else.