Monday, April 18, 2011

I regret the loss of profitable angst.

Teenage chemistry lends itself to morbidity.  They can't help it.  Hormone anti-therapy I like to call it.  They have intense, uncontrollable, irrational emotions from an imbalance akin to demon possession.  In order to tackle this bombardment of hate, anger, confusion and sex drive a release of some form is necessary.  Poetry was my favourite.  I didn't realize I was a writer when I was wallowing in misery.  When it was time to make a career choice I thought writing was just a coping mechanism.  I WISH I would have looked at my hundreds of poems and realized they weren’t just part of a depressing phase like my parents thought.  They were actually my life.  I would have started seriously writing way sooner.

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