not really back. was depressed and stoned and decided to clack that out. put it on here because I wasn't sure if it would be good enough to go in my collected works (titled either My Father's Son or A Child of Technology). Now that I've read it again, while sober, I'll fix it up and add it to the 300+ poem collection.
Thanks for the feedback. I might be back should the mood ever hit again.
I wrote another poem that I put on here a few days ago. "Something Heroic and Horrible" - I kinda like it. Just wanted to let you know.
Well, back to the university grind; staring awkwardly at little SK (the girl for whom I wrote this poem) on my way to some class.
I'm usually a quite outspoken person but seeing that girl clamps my throat shut and I just want to escape before I choke to death or see the disappointment in her eyes when she sees the OldUglyPoet.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines. - Neruda