I am the man who you met at the party. The one you talked with, laughed with, the man you went home with. I am the man you chatted with all night on your couch, the man who didn't touch you.

A small but ever-growing collection of original poetry from the mind of a 19 year old pothead. This is home to a large range of thoughts, feelings, and ideas that cloud my head in poetry form.

A humorous poem about the importance we place on office jobs.

This is colletion of poems that are written to appreciate the wonderful beauty of nature. The freshness of nature that pours in us an energy is something no one can help but love to experience. Be it the rain drops or the felling trees these poems will leave you thinking is what i have tried.

A small poem set on the awful days of the Irish famine.

Let me be vital. / I want to burn myself out. #39 Poetry - 11/6/16.