Atlas Shrugged

gazing at ground between his feet  he shifted  the world nearly tipped  the nations battled for the third time  lust bloodshed and cruelty  for the sake of their vanities  their governments religions and economies  he grew weary  their speeches of hope   made him groan  their battle cries  punctured his skin  their weapons of free radicals  …

We Fight

We, rebels, we   In the smoke in the fog  In the streets in the dark  Run for cover, run for love.   Heresy, they cry, heresy  In the world in our hearts  In the sky on the throne  Breaking all bonds of trust.  We, men and women,   Haters of gray and lies and half-hearts,  Lovers of …

Four White Walls (Poem to Describe Finals week)

Four walls and a picture Are all that I see. A window with sunlight Never shining on me.  These twists and turns Have caged me tight. Curtains of stone Made of a dead, placid white.  I can still see the toy-sized people, Though they're blind to my dark window panes. I can watch them go …