I have been through the slums.
Where ethereal cockroaches sip their cups of coffee
to last them through the night.
Where the intoxicated zephyr numbs you from the realities of life,
A poison so lustfully desired one dreams of dying again
Where the malevolent demons coax you to dine with them
no doubt, the best meal you will ever, ever taste.
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Chapter 17: The Life of an Amateur Creative Writer
Brace yourselves,
A new play on words has begun.
A Comprehensive List of What I Discovered I am
- hates the word "indoors"
- in the process of emaciation by the minute
- an efficient crammer
- I hang out at the library when I get lonely
- will die for friends
- attracted to stuff that contains alcohol
- Seaweed takes me on an orgasmic journey to paradise
- bouts of obsessive compulsive behavior when writing
- extremely gut-wrenchingly spontaneous
Make a hypothesis but keep it to yourself. Approach the specimen and
conduct the experimentation. If your hypothesis serves you correct, conduct your
conclusion and publicize, for all I care.
2 comments:
what the hell is this poem talking about...?
haha... you are becoming nerdy... hahaha... my oh my...
go josh!!! ^^_
You suck nikhe. Im not a nerd. Im a geek. OKAY? have fun with your life. :D
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