Life is an STD that's 100% fatal.
-unknown (by me at least)
The Poetry
of
A. Mae Gavel
I'm just a recent collage freshman with some poetry.  There are tons of us all over the country.  What makes me so special that I put my poetry on a website?  Nothing.  Basically it's that I have nothing else to do...  Write me if you feel like it.  I'd be curious to hear what you think of my writing (though, don't criticize me for my lack of spelling skills, geocities has no spell check...)  Thanks. 
My e-mail is

[email protected]
Forwarning - Some of this poetry may be offensive to certain parties.  There is the use of vulger language.  Please don't take anything here to heart, I am just expressing my confused, confusing teen-age feelings.
Atheist

Evil

Generation of Decimation

Insight

Life?

Orange Light

Purpose of Life

Running

Scared

Soul-Mate

This Place

Try

-why suicide?-


This poem is a little different so I'm placing it in a different catagory than the other ones.  One night I was feeling particularly insomniatic, so I pulled out my notebook.  I turned on the light and just started to write.  I didn't think at all about anything that I was putting down on the paper.  It all just came out.  Halfway throught the seven page poem, the light in my room burnt out.  I continued to write by the light of my weak night-light until suddenly I felt that I had reached the end.  (I had been starting to get worried that I would continue to write this poem forever.)  Since I basically just rambled on for all seven of the pages, I entitled the poem

Rant
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