Im simply a person with a passion for writing, the universe, tea, rain, and thigh highs.  I'm also suffering from unrequited love haha.  My heart hurts. 


"To Santa Clause and Little Sisters "
This poem was written by a fifteen-year-old boy, most likely
in the late 1960's, two years before he committed suicide. 
(abbreviated version)

"Once ... he wrote a poem.
And called it "Chops",
Because it was the name of his dog, and that's what it was all about.
And the teacher gave him an "A"
And a gold star,
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door, and read it to all his aunts ...
 
Once ... he wrote another poem.
And he called it "Question Marked Innocence".
Because that was the name of his grief and that's what it was all about.
And the professor gave him an "A"
And a strange and steady look.
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door,
Because he never let her see it ...
 
Once, at 3 a.m. ... he tried another poem ...
And he called it absolutely nothing, because that's what it was all about.
And he gave himself an "A"
And a slash on each damp wrist,
And hung it on the bathroom door because he couldn't reach the kitchen"