This was one of my first sparks of 'greatness', but all in all, it isn't that great, but I'm grateful for writing it; it paved the way for more sophisticated, deeper material.
Come the end, for I am ready; Come the end, the world is heavy. Lest I lie, or lest I leave, The best of me I will retrieve. But if I breathe tomorrow my last, And today is only A thing of the past, I will remember The world and all its contrast: … Continue reading Come the End
Witlessly waiting for my disinterest in the unappealing to interest me intriguingly.
So much beauty in the world; Yet I don’t have the eyes to see it. So much love in the world; Yet I don’t have the heart to feel it. So much thought in the world – I just don’t have the mind to comprehend it.
I’ve started to go to therapy; I’m in tenth grade and I’m severely depressed—not clinically depressed, the kind of depression that is full and gives the full spectrum of the romanticized version of it all. I guess I longed to be a tortured artist, and a starving heart, and at long last I saw it … Continue reading Excerpt From the Book I’ll Never Write
I’ve got it bad for how good I have it – I have problems, But nothing serious. At least I’m not homeless; It could always be worse, I think, And that sure cheers me up. Everything Is fine. Smile you lonely bastard You have it all; You have it alright Don’t piss and whine You … Continue reading The Day Will Come