On Angst and Better Poetry

Baron here. I found a poem I wrote well over a year ago, probably two or three years ago back when my alter ego went by a different name and that personality was moping over... well, a girl.  None the less, this poem caught my eye and I opted to subject everyone else to it as well.  You, in the back, with the glasses, get a tissue, you're going to need it.

Grasp a flower and make it yours.

It will wilt.

Catch a butterfly and keep it.

It will die.

Dig up clay and make a flower.

It will crack.

Bread will rot,

water will dry,

pens will jam

and swords will rust.

Like a bird in a tree,

a dog with a flee,

a door with a key

when you return;

the same, it will not be.

As Long As I Am In 

You

I

WILL NEVER

DIE

Front

Back

Agnsty kid. He didn't quite grasp Taoism so I'm afraid he took things a little too seriously.

All for now,

-The Baron