Hey, I'm rave. I've moved on from these poems - that's growing up, I guess - but I'm keeping these up. They're actually good in their young way. Personal history: it's all right here.
So yeah, I wrote these around age 14 and 15. There's totally a progression, from Edgar-Allan-Poe-ripoff to dismal prose poem to radical incoherence. I hope you like them.
What else to say so that you'll understand? I was, and am, a shy, mentally ill, bike-riding, nature-loving, dream-journaling, poetry-reading atheist lesbian. I want to be a linguist. My favourite colour is yellow.