It's the start,
Of my Iliad, please read with care...
No you can't ask me if I'm okay afterwards.
Who told you I want help? Not me.
In fact, I'd prefer marinating in my feelings.
All I ask is you appreciate my art.
Don't leave comments if you don't need to.
Don't vote on my story, in fact,
I'd prefer you not read this even.
All I want is my art to be appreciated.
I'm serious, do you doubt me?
No it's not reverse psychology you fucking idiot.
Mixed signals?
You misunderstand.
That's the point, asshole.
Not everyone publishes their art,
Not everyone fucking wants to.
But boy does it feel good when it reaches its audience.
Not everyone has a deeper meaning for something.
Not everything has a fucking purpose.
So don't dig to deep into my art.
There's no,
,oh I think the poet actually meant this!'
No. No I fucking didn't.
The "message" is as clear as your eyes can read.
Fucking use them.
Enjoy my suffering.
Don't get too emotional.
There's no use.
It's just art, after all.
Right?
(:
YOU ARE READING
Mon Iliad!
PoetryHey?. Are you there? Anyone? Anywhere?.. Oh, whatever... I'm gonna write here. When I'm feeling some kinda way. Have fun, don't be put astray, By my silly little sounds. (: And by the way, my dear. If you know me. You don't. Enter this book as a st...
