Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Ego, meet Gratification

This poem has been taken down temporarily. Apologies for the inconvenience.

6 comments:

Dorkmaster Flek said...

Interesting choice of topic. I'm kind of surprised you didn't write about this in any of your poems sooner, actually. :)

Claudia said...

Hm.

Claudia said...

(I realize that is not really a comment, but I wanted to let you know that I read it and it will take some time to sink in.)

Shannon Teresa said...

true story?

Some of the lines in this could be slogans for our generation's destruction of sexuality. There is a question I now have to ask you.. will holla @ you soon

Katie said...

It's not a particularly depressing poem but for some reason it made me very sad.

Alexander James said...

Youth is such a funny illness. It's sometimes a little disenchanting to look back on what people told us would be the "best years of [our] lives" and remember shining moments like this. I've a few that I try not to think about. But realistically, I admire your honesty. Most people are like me -- they'd rather forget than immortalize it in a truly strong piece of writing. I feel as though I get to know you a little better with every poem I read, and that's pretty impressive as far as I'm concerned.