What started as a challenge from a friend go write a poem about both rubber ducks and bowling, this poem points to the concept of ego death.

This stretch of winter is so hard.

Inspired by the NIRVANA lyric "I miss the comfort in being sad."

This poem is about my experience with my boyfriend's passing from a suicide attempt that left him first paralyzed, and later dead.

For those who's ever felt the nihilistic notion of "I never asked to be born."

....his favorite color was yellow....