Once upon a time...

..I wrote weird emo poetry(if you can call it that by some stretch of imagination, that is).
Pretty old. 2006. So, pretty much, a slice of history.

Fragmentation

No need for epic ballads

of promises contrite,

when all you feel

is apathy at my plight.

I don't have to disintegrate

inch-by-inch at your sight,

when my own parchment skin

writes suicide notes every night.

***

Counting Days

till
your july eyes
will sail me ashore
& snow-flakes of doubt
will fall on me
no more...

***

alone, you remained-

your cloaked paradise.

but every time it rained

i knew,'twas you:

in disguise.

***

ink-stains have faded,
the soul still remains

smudged.

lying crumpled in waste-bins

these memories

untouched.

***

PS - Why do I label most of the stuff I write as 'random'?

EDIT: Second reading makes me realise how shitty it was. I mean, this is the stuff I normally laugh at, not just because its emo and wannabe dark, but also because, its just so shitty. Don't read, pretty please. And how 'intellectual' of me to put it right at the end of the post. But then if I have it as the title, it'll be reason more so for people to read, so um, just to let you know, I agree with your opinion on this post, and you can save the tomatoes for later. :)