Cleaning my room and found this poem by my fucking emo seventeen year old self. As an exercise to keep myself grounded, I partake in acts of self-humiliation, that’s why I’m posting the poem. Ha.
The ANTI-SOCIALITe
catabolic atrophy after a collision of delight
enigmatic foray
laughter barraging the air of awkward silences
names litter the ground
torn asunder to leave or be drowned by the prattle
this is why i’d rather be home instant messaging you
my life underground is by choice
no situations to leave me unravelled
sworn to facades on my own terms
see you online
Simply.Steph, AGE 17
For TPL’s Young Voices Magazine.
(Dedicated to a special Rusi someone)
Friday, May 28, 2010
For Lawls
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