Melancholia in the realm of odium
This section of poetry is rather dark, sometimes romantic and every once and a while just plain hostile.
I will never understand how I have become what I am today.
Hindsight is not twenty twenty.
If I had it all to do over I would of course do things differently, but even with such a gift as a do-over I am sure I would end up the same.
Fate is a woman and she hates me.

- Go on ~ (or) For you? ~

- Mind ~

- Oh God ~

- scent ~ (or) crush # 5 ~

- So sad ~

- un-doing-time ~

- Whore ~

- Elderberry wine ~

- Away I Sail ~

- Desolate ~


I will of course add to this in time.
Most of my poems are hand written so they are a mess to sort through and make pages from.