This collection of poems is a mixture of teenage angst and a love of all things dark. Aesthetically it is just a lot of death. And sadness. And angst. And pain. It is just a cathartic soup of sorts. Ingredients include depression, an undiagnosed anxiety disorder, an almost unhealthy obsession with the works of Edgar Allan Poe, and a fascination with dark and sometimes mildly terrifying rock music.
This poetry will (hopefully) make you feel things. This will make you think of clouds and thunderstorms and the days the rain makes you feel like a hobgoblin that just crawled out of a well. Okay so you may not feel any of that (unless of course you have the same kind of mind I do, which is something I would not wish upon anyone), but hopefully you will pick up what I am putting down.
Just as a warning: this will be matter of fact. This will not be an iceberg. This will be a tornado. You will know exactly what is coming, but not when – or if – it will arrive. Okay maybe that is too strong of a comparison, but you get my point. This is pure emotion. Death and madness are very loud, very noticeable things that leave a crater rather than a dent and I hope my poetry will do the same. I hope you remember it. Even if you hate it (all he better if you do since human nature is to put all of our precious energy into the things we do not like), just as long as you process it and give it time.
I am probably giving myself too much credit, but this is what happens when I try to describe something. It kind of gets away from me after a while. Now for the too-long-did-not-read version: this collection of poems is about death, dying, the desire to do so and the fear of the aforementioned driving you insane. Oh and just as a side note: I am pretty stable mentally so do not worry about me I am fine. However, if my poetry were a person, he/she/they would be locked in a padded room. I actually do not know if any of that gibberish counts as an aesthetic, but it is the most accurate way of describing it.
The beauty of poetry is that it does not make damn sense sometimes and that is what makes it a better outlet for creativity than prose. It does not have to follow any rules so neither will I.
I hope you enjoy this poetic journey, as short as it is, and someday start your own if you have not already.