I want to be annihilated completely, I want reciprocal forgetting, I want the angels not to recognize me.

Poetic Viscera {then}


This is my section where I will post a few of my old poems. The pages to the individual poems are visible when you mouse over the Poetic Viscera {then} section header. Most of them were written during my time in Boston, when the world was a much more eventful place for me. If I neutrally judge the time as neither good nor bad, i would still say that it was definitely more eventful. City life kicks suburbia in the ass every time when it comes to things to do. Literally, my town goes to sleep at 8. People wonder why teenagers loiter in parks, oh I mean “trespass” at night – its because THERE’S NOTHING ELSE TO DO YOU DUMB ASSES. gah. I miss Boston.

And for the record, ©All poetry here is my own. Do not use it unauthorized or steal it, bitches.

One response

  1. me

    this is seriously amazing

    October 21, 2011 at 8:55 pm

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