People that like to make themselves unhappy make me unhappy. Hohoho.


Caught in webbing
sewn of your own
dreading

deny the thought
say you earned whats
wrought

shining knight; who
you?
two miseries: too true

screaming stand up;
you turn away and sit
playing the game
you made us commit.

No title. I just read some "poetry tips" from some ridiculous website and the suggestion is that untitled poems are lazy, to which I reply, pass the chips and shut up, i'm watching tv. And with that, I'm out of sappy stuff to post. It was an old phase. Contrast it to the newer which is far more uh..enchanting, I hope.