So about 4-5 years ago, I was an angst ridden youth with too much time on my hands and I decided to start writing some poems. (I should tell you that at this time, I was the guy who wore his heart on his sleeve, and was easier to read than a Mr Men book.) I uploaded these poems to my deviantart page (http://itsekko.deviantart.com) and one in particular has been pounced upon by the new age angsty kids. I'm not going to post it here, mainly because the writing is horrific and I am ashamed of it, but also because I dont want any angsty kids commenting on my blog. I will however give you all a direct link, it's at: http://itsekko.deviantart.com/art/Suicide-18539141.
The sad part about this is that I think there are a couple of poems on my deviantart that aren't too bad, a bit rough maybe, but far superior to that one. I guess it's like anything, give a poem a name like Suicide (its actual name) and people will read it, and some will like it.
Anyway, thats all for now, please enjoy laughing at my butchery of the english language.
Drew
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I have seen more poetic verse written on public toilet walls. In shit.
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