Holy Carp its a Po-em.

I wrote this a little while back. While it isn't very good it has a lot of meaning for me. Just thought I'd share.

Untitled Poem

I sit upon a throne of garbage, alone but for my thoughts
Staring into the twisted treasures of my memories
Pierce me; they burn my eyes
Failure I courted for so long only to say goodbye, bitter do you taste
I rise from my gilded seat of refuse
Cast away regret, fear and lies; I ready myself for what comes
I step alone into light where none may follow me
For they are awaiting me there, both sorrowed and joyful
The time has come to reap what I've made
And they shall release me; no matter the cost
I take the first step into the light
Only to fall through darkness everlasting
I have been judged, and so it ends.

Why is every poem I read on the internet so god damned depressing?

Well, I was depressed when I wrote it, but it actually isn't depressing to me anymore. I think people just have a tendency to try and express themselves in ways like writing and art more often when their depressed.

Yes but they should be kept private because when people try to express themsevles when depressed it either sucks the creativity out of them or shows that they never had any creativity to begin with.

olve is carp.

sorry shinysides, but this is the kind of poetry you write to get over something by expressing it, but it's not one you should ever show the world

i speak from experience i have written at least 3000 of these

Oh, I know. I just happened on it while I was cleaning my desk out and thought I'd share. I mean, I know it isn't good. I know good poetry.