I occassionally feel extremely strong about a given topic and I proceed to put that feeling onto paper. These few mediocre poems are the final stage of that process.
The Red Star - This particular piece was concieved after a journey to Texas where I was surrounded entirely by a bunch of pro-America psuedo-Rednecks. It slightly peeved me.
The Rock - After watching a series of depressing pieces I was struck by the mental instability of all the characters involved. It spawned within me the desire to create a piece that reflected the internal stability that I have gained recently.
The Book of Rage - Hm... I'm picking up a slight theme in my emotional ressonances. Really, I'm usually a really mellow guy. Really.
The Sorrow of Failure - Here we go... From extreme anger to extreme depression. At least I had a justifiable reason to write this one. If you don't know, ask. I might tell.
Giving Up - More of the whole dispression trip. I mean... every melancholy poet who dresses in all black has to write one suicidal poem. At least mine is short.
Weak - Hm... I wouldn't call this depressing... more of an angry depressed. This particular piece was written largely due to my poor grades in a certain math class that will most likely prevent me from attending a certain college.
I Hunt - God damn Romanticists! This is bloody well what nature is about.
Torment - You know, I really need to stop becoming attracted to people. It's only caused hardship for me so far.
The Virus - Tired.... Need alcohol.... Lousy... soul-stealing... bewitching... lovely... women!
