Please excuse the comma splices, tense changes, verbosity, etc. I was just a youngin' and now I realize the error of my grammatical ways. Plus, I preferred the flowery and descriptive writing styles of the early 19th century and beyond rather than the short, journalistic post-Hemingway-style of writing. I love intense imagery and descriptions in general. Still deciding whether I should edit my old poetry for grammar mistakes or take the Beatnik approach and fuck it.

Disclaimer: I only wrote/write on bad days. Grand days have never inspired me enough to write as I've always used writing as an outlet. A majority of my poetry is angsty, dark humored, or depressing, however, I don't have depression, and I'm not self-destructive or suicidal by any means. My writing is mostly a tenfold representation of the kind of day I was having at the time. Embellishing the realities of my bad days on paper helped turn them into good days. Not sticking my head into an oven anytime soon (or ever, actually). :P +10 points if you got the reference.

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Thursday, April 5, 2007


Rain falling from the gray, cloud-ridden sky,
Clouds like smokestacks, billowing so high,
People below holding, firmly, umbrellas brief,
For some it brings freedom,
For most it brings grief.

Teardrops from angels, falling lightly,
People wishing for the sun, shining brightly,
Sadness, like a woman weeping,
Joyfulness, with happiness seeping.

Wonders of what the new day will bring,
Crows, foretelling bad luck, or bluebirds, joyful, sing,
Children, waiting for rain to cease,
Rainfall comes, bringing everlasting peace.

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