#this is from highschool

[thresher-arts]

NIMONA!!

[ulawan5]

Okay so this was like

The first big thing I ever did with prismacolors

[camillammmacaulay]

on the radio

[deadpoetsinc-blog]

Ghostwriter

O children of the ink,  you were dead upon arrival.

As soon as your mother began to think

there was no hope for your survival.

Your bodies so frail,

so limp and lifeless.

Your faces so pale,

no amount of breath suffices.

The day of your birth the sun rose full of pink. 

I turned my head from the earth

and it changed in a blink.

The heavens started weeping before you could utter a cry,

What a welcome! What a greeting!

from the ominous sky.

I remember that day, I remember your pallor

I remember hearing them say-

"Declare this the hour".

The gray of the halls seemed grotesquely incessant

but the unending pain of my heart-

ten times as unpleasant.

So my sweet ones,

deceased- as a result of my design

I will now heed your pleas

put down the pen

I resign.