There's been a delay on the press
And a shout in the streets; they demand
"Give us our books!"

And lo, such a tragedy is this
That we must wait for the
Yeti to emerge on this
Winter holiday

With several years under my belt as a living, breathing human, I've decided that it's high time I evaluate who I am. Deep down, I'm real. I know this. Amidst tests of life and vitality, I've resorted to prose to find my inner truth.

This truth is that when we are alive, there it a reason. When we die, there is a reason. Although it may not all be pre-determined, I know that when there is an action there is a push. Like a deep sigh from the ever-dark of my lungs, things come to light, and they come to spread about in the air and go on journeys untold.

As a young author,
I've published earlier
Years' worth of poetry
In hefty anthologies,
And that which has been
Allotted for 2015 will
Be published on Christmas

This book is called Yeti,
And if you care to pursue a
Purchase, a manner of donating
To a young writer, the link
Will be in my biography

Merry Christmas!

I confessed to you that
I'm a devil at heart but
I started to doubt it
Moments later

I still wonder
Why?

Can't I be sure of myself
When I finally figure things
Out

Maybe
I'm something holy,
Beyond what I had in
Store for myself so
Many months ago

Maybe
I'm something sacrosanct,
Something God wouldn't
Touch for fear of *******
It up before it got a chance
To bloom completely

Maybe
I'm something awful,
Maybe I crawled up from
Some rotten hole and I'm
Waiting for a hero to
Finally end me

I'll have to cut the title
This time so you can't
Find my tracks but
I don't know what I've found

If diamonds are rare,
Then this is rarer

We've done this before,
You and I

I mean, it wasn't
You and it never
Has been before but
The spirit never changes

When you look at me
I feel faint and
It's all I can do
To go to that spot where
We first met in hopes
Of finding you again

I don't know your name
Because our meeting was
Fleeting but maybe we
Could fix that, someday

Or not

Perfect date site
With a café and
Everything

This is a refuge I
Found when I was
Young and it's all I
Can do to share it
With you

Today I made a comment
That could be considered
Misleading because I'm
Scared of the bullets that
Might fly from your mouth

I know it's impossible
So why do I bother?