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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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Sunday, December 21, 2008

A Realization

Tender cherry blossoms swayed in the wind,
Surrounded by zephyr -- calmness, beauty,
Basking in the spring sun enlightened my soul.

To some, this would ignite bliss,
But I was not satisfied,
I needed affirmation.

Now, I wish for the world to reverse before I had sinned,
Hoping that I could just feel the zephyr,
Its reassurance that all would be well -- the Sun accompanying its glory,
Before I had committed the misconception.

I admired the apple on the Tree of Knowledge.

Captivating,
Inviting,
Addictive.

Upon first bite,
Realizing my demise,
My stupidity,
Ignorance.

Forced to exit the garden, I was unsure of the circumstances.

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