Have the Day That You Deserve
1 year ago
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Surealism No 3
I find myself in the gloam, peering to the fading light. Despondency and decrepidation strikes the soul, still bruised and tender at last renewal. Spring has come but the air has chilled. Summer sun bakes a lonely shell. Hidden games will lay ahead, and falter all unseeing participants. The will is strong only when the soul is strong. Where does the soul feed? My words serve a purpose. They purge my sickness so I can breathe. To carry on these waves of disparity between day and night. Suspended between keys.
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hey, when did this blog become a high school diary? You're not going to start writing poetry, are you?
oh man, one moment of weakness and i am trounced on. yes, duly noted. no more teenage angst ridden writing. certainly no poetry. no no no. more likely go kill myself before i unleash poetry on you and me. oh wait a minute, was that more goth youth speak? my bad.
i didn't necessarily say i was AGAINST reading angst ridden teenage drivel... might be fun, you can create a new feature on this blog every monday...
oh god, i just re-read it again and it does suck! it's the beginnings of some depression poetry, and i vowed never to post poetry cause i have no idea how to write it. i dont know how you didnt vomit all over your computer when you read it. or did you?
i didn't say it sucked...
i merely commenting on the subject matter. does anybody know how to write poetry, really? i say keep going... maybe you'll find out...
and tell literary world when you do.
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