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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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Friday, January 4, 2008

Titanic

Moans...
Groans...
The sublime call of life entombed within its very halls and rooms,
A ship filled with deep forgotten mysteries,
Waiting for its time of peace as its time of sorrow passes,
The world cries out for its lost souls, trapped beneath the waves,
The "unsinkable" ship calls the ocean bottom "home."

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1 comment:

Rosalind said...

You write very well.