This is a collection of poems I wrote in an attempt to highlight moments of my past. People used to have a little black book they kept numbers and addresses of people they were involved with or interested in. So I decided to share some entries from...
Today I came home in a mood and I just wanted anything lighthearted to hemorrhage while I wasted the remaining sunshine.
It gets tiring waiting for optimism to bud into something tangible. In the meantime some of those other lifeforms you have to deal with on a day to day basis, try your existence in the most remedial ways.
You know what i mean, I know you do. Chances are you've already written about it and I'm just now catching up because I'm so foolishly hopeful of instant gratification.
The next few poems will be shaded in charcoal pencils, at least it will feel that way in my brain. Dark days of old, of now, and of tomorrow shall come forth and sour my fruit now falling from my favorite tree.
Read on please.
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