Madness Ensues

Now, I don't want you to panic or anything, but I will be honest- You are holding in your hands A book of poetry. I know, I know, poetry is just so outdated. Why waste your precious time, right? And with all due respect to the greats (whom I do refer To frequently and call upon in my own works-RIP, Shakespeare), I have to agree with you. With all of today's technology, pen and paper Is a dying art. And I'm not afraid to admit that. Nor am I afraid to admit that I have the gall to change that. What this world needs right now is a poetic revival, A great awakening of new works, Work That is real, raw, and authentic. And that is exactly what I intend to give you. Personality, heart, and soul (wait, do gingers even have one of those?) Touching upon subjects that have been touched on before, such as death and sexuality, But have never been touched quite like this, I assure you, That's it right there. Right here. And last but not least, don't stop Read . . . (PS: all praise be to Plath for inspiring me and for also suffering from bipolar disorder while attempting to undo the stigma against mental illness.) Here's to hoping my ending turns to be happier than hers. My only aim is that these works demonstrate what it's like living from emotional extreme to emotional extreme, and most importantly, what it means To be human.