This life is a lie,
a self-induced illusion
Death, please set me free.
I usually think it’s kinda BS to instantly repay a compliment or w/e, since it kinda reduces the weight of the original statement. Anyway, just to give credit where it’s due, especially since someone helped me out recently:
I’ve always liked haiku, but never really felt confident in them. https://ajobrienpoetry.wordpress.com/ ‘s haikus about the 4HM helped rekindle the passion for me.
i like the dark humor and black comedy in a lot of https://hchimo.wordpress.com/ ‘s pieces. i have worked on trying to integrate humor into my super fucked stories and what not, and i got a lot of help from some of her pieces.
http://rejectreality101.com/ gave me confidence in expressing my off political views in pieces. i dont think there is anything off about her stuff, but i take inspiration where i can get it.
https://hocuspocus13.wordpress.com/ is just in general pretty cool. who doesnt like to read a spell in verse? pretty sure this person is an actual witch.
http://robertokaji.com/ has given me a lot of confidence even though i dont really rip anything from him. i never was that much of a fan of free verse, but thats apparently because my exposure to it was unfortunate, to say the least. a lot of his stuff hits home, and tbh im just ecstatic that someone who gets paid to write has put up with my stuff from the beginning.
https://fieldofthorns.wordpress.com/ helped me gain skill in hyphens, dashes, parentheticals, and some other intentionally fucked up grammar shit. to be honest, i mainly like getting fucking ripped and reading her stuff. she had some poem about LA that i forgot the name of that was like, super accurate, at least for my cynical view on this god forsaken city and the shit suburb i live in. do you know how fucking annoying it is to have people rave about disneyland and fucking LA? shit fucking howdy, LA is the grimiest city in the fucking first world (lets be honest, detroit is 2nd world), and disney is fucking evil. owns half my city, has their own SS police force, fucking charges to park in random places in anaheim not affiliated with disneyland (until they just slapped their fucking name on downtown. the fuck, micky?) and oh yea, fuck their fucking mind-controlling cartoons. like, i was at a fucking laundry mat because fuck, and they were playing this 3-d disney cartoon that some kids were zombie-moding on. guess what the fuck happened? that shit fucking entranced me for like 5 minutes. i dont give a flying fuck about that fucking rat and his talking dog, and it still captivated me for a bit.