A. Hood : Writing

He sits on a park bench

He sits on a park bench

A Poem by A. Hood


backpack on, feetdanglingas if he's waitingfor a roller coaster to take off.The sign says"you must be this tall to ride"He ignores it--Nights have bec..
You're not in my bed

You're not in my bed

A Poem by A. Hood


anymore.But you’re there when I sleep.Last night, I ran around incessantlyand tore the propaganda downwhich you left hanging from myleft and rig..
You borrowed my car with a wink and a smile

You borrowed my car with a wink and a smile

A Poem by A. Hood


One of many poems about an ex-girlfriend.
Two A.M. and a Faded Picture Frame

Two A.M. and a Faded Picture Frame

A Poem by A. Hood


The illusion of a familiar face in the crowd works to the advantage of the wandering mind. Although, familiar faces are often altered with every &..
native americans, indians, whatever

native americans, indians, whatever

A Poem by A. Hood


I'm sitting in a dusty old lab room, my eyes glued to the microscopecarefully analyzing each word that comes out of my mouth.I always thought that eve..
i dont care

i dont care

A Poem by A. Hood


much for the radio i don't like people telling me what to listen to or the pretentious voice protruding through my stereo that thin..