this isn't poetry as such
but i to this day still have a little note-pad of my "creative writing". i like to read through it every so often and laugh about how much of a knob i was. this is my favourite bit...

"with a tear in my eye, i try in vein (sic) to get through it. At the moment it feels like i'm trying to convince myself everything will be ok. fuck, fuck, fuck, sick, fuck, sick, sick, fuck. I'm on the biggest downer ever and god how people are going to know about it. I am just a left handed, idiotic, depressed, twatish, lanky, hyperactive no hope that no-one gives a fuck about"

and this is an absolute killer of a line;

"i've tried so hard not to hate the world, but it's difficult when the world hates me"

even now, i'm shocked at how i could write such things.
(wayneofthedead Dale Winton was my dad, Thu 11 Aug 2005, 15:13, Reply)