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Poem by bookwormtom
Posted: Aug 16, 2013
'The Weeping Streets' is a kind of reflection on our...
Tags:death, science fiction, pain, war, memories, tears, technology, progress, ghosts, apocalypse, poverty
Nobody likes reading these bits, so I'm gonna keep it short and sweet. I'm an English poet, prose writer and songwriter with messy hair and little fashion sense. No, I'm not Rasta, but yes, I do have a cowboy hat and boots. I haven't been on this site for a very long time, but things are changing. A lot of you guys reading this may be caught up in life's little bullshits, worried about getting a job or going to college, entangled in the materialistic crap we're fed every day from a thousand screens and mouths. I'm here to say that life is about doing what you love and seeing where it takes you. I love writing, playing my guitar and smoking pot. I love drinking an ice cold beer on the beach as the sun sets. I love fucking, rocking, smoking, drinking, sleeping, watching movies, reading, going on spontaneous and often reckless adventures.
But if you've read this far and are smiling or nodding your head, then I love you most of all. You're the person I'm writing for. You're the awesome son of a bitch who's going to have a look at what I create and tell me if it kicks ass or sucks balls. You're the person whose world I aim to change, and who I hope will change mine.
So if you're reading this, know that I love you. Emotionally, psychologically, spiritually and sexually.
Peace out, you sexy motherfucker.