I'm in A Foul Mood.
Yes I am. Stuff happened this week that I'd rather not disclose, and left me feeling frustrated. What do I do when I'm frustrated? I write, and I paint (and I mean on Photoshop, I suck at real art). And so I ended up with one artwork and one poem. I really only write poetry when I'm so messed up that I want to go banging against walls and tearing up things. So, well, this is one of those times. And I always end up posting these on the blog too. Today I'm only putting up the poem. Yes, I think I'm sort of weird some times. This poem is not even a real poem. It lacks the lyrical quality of poetry, it lacks rhythm or rhyme, it lacks the characteristic beauty of good poetry. But before you judge....It's really not a poem at all. It's just...an outpouring. Sort of like siphoning my emotions right into the paper, holding that paper carefully so it doesn't splash all over. Honestly. An outpouring. THE POEM- OUTSIDE. You may say I'm sensit...