in 2024 I printed out a 100-page collection of my poetry from ages 12-17. it was all very bad, but I want to share as much of my art as possible, so here are a few of my poems (and poem-ish things) that I can comfortably read back.
you are sad.
notice how you are sad today. were you this sad yesterday? I think that yesterday
T hink that yesterday you thought “i’m too happy”.
yeah/
I
I think that
I think it’s a
a monday
I think
this story is and has always been about
SHAME
!
you are sad.
notice the way your hand cramps up and
you feel something claw
harder
harder
at the
at the inside of your
you don’t have lungs anymore, do you>?
you grew out of that .
now you replica temistakes in stained
glass and try your
best to make it through a
chapter
auto-recommended words
to
describe the way that
you are sad.
wow. wha
t a master
piece thi
s is.
and w
ow. ! you’r
e still goi
ng?
you must b
e a real thin
g! not
one of those that.
say they.
want/ to
tear o
pen whate
ver they s
till have j
ust to prov
e that they can makkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
e
more.
more.
more.
more.
i am addicted to cigarettes and an imagined body of work,
and,
these days a title like that has to be earned.
