I am not a writer. I do not seek to write epic poems and tales of the heroic, I am not a storyteller.
I take pride to admit, I'm rather terrible at churning my imagination and placing it into an empty physical existence. To be so cruel to my own imagination is to be crass, and an unsavory type that would make me.
I am a poet.
I write scarcely, and honorably, and above all; controversially.
But do not mistake me for a journalist, lay now a promise that I will not call upon my own demise in such a savage manner as such that the whole 'art' of journalism portrays.
I am not a dramatist, I could only strive to curl my being in the footpath of the likes of Oscar Wild.
I will not be famous, I will not be known. I will be only the slightest bit notorious. Should my name ever go down in history, ever, I will know my greatest failures remain infamous even after my death.
Take my refusal to fantasize about the future as final. Having already fallen into the despair of my own mind countless times, I do not seek solace in wanton impossibilities that seek only to strike tragedies.
I am a poet, so here is my poem:
An ode to the ones who I would not die for;
I am not a villain.
Well, that was intense, slightly tantalizing. What a lot of you notice most about my works is mychoice of prose, thanks! I like my writing to feel like something you'd read on a newspaper in the 1880s for a lack of better distraction. It's kind of fun.