I drain out my head sometimes, and this is what happens:
1: Three morbid poems written in 1997 for English class. Good stuff.
2: Some relatively recent poems describing personal events/disappointments.
3: Two poems about identity and other such nonsense.
4: These three poems deal with...umm...love, I guess, and all that mushy stuff.
5: Poems written in different stages of life; all dealing with concepts of myself.
6: Depressing stuff.
7: Two poems that were left over. I squashed them together here.
8: These were written a long time ago, so they kind of suck. But they remind me of my younger self.
9: Poems by Allen Ginsberg (the great). I have them posted up in my room--they make me think more. It's good therapy.
10: Poetry and prose by others (friends and miscellaneous authors).
Leave a Note.