IComeAnon : Writing

Cyclic

Cyclic

A Poem by IComeAnon


The endless cycle that myself and my closest companions go through.
Tialopsis

Tialopsis

A Poem by IComeAnon


Pronounced "Shallow Seas"
High--

High--

A Poem by IComeAnon


on life...
While Talking, No-- Singing To A Tree

While Talking, No-- Singing To A Tree

A Poem by IComeAnon


So depressed over a stupid situation, I actually sat in the woods with my guitar and sang to a tree. Here are the words as best I remember them.
Dichromaesthetic

Dichromaesthetic

A Poem by IComeAnon


Two beautiful colors.
St. Joseph

St. Joseph

A Poem by IComeAnon


Sitting in the hospital lobby, waiting to know if I'd killed you yet.
Quiet Keys

Quiet Keys

A Poem by IComeAnon


Wrote it on the fly, feeling sorry for myself on Facebook chat.
Gin Filter

Gin Filter

A Poem by IComeAnon


WWHD (What would Hemingway do?)
To My Very Wrong Friend

To My Very Wrong Friend

A Poem by IComeAnon


I'm always right...
Samuel

Samuel

A Poem by IComeAnon


I hate you.