“The saddest poem ever wrote
Was not yours, where you titillate
with daring words
Razors, pills etc.,
The saddest poem ever writ
Was this one, a meager vanity to capture a
Sunset that keeps trying every day to
Surpass
Supersede
Its previous glorious failure,
Like we should too.
Keep trying.
Now, I shall rest,
For I know that soon I shall see, feel, think,
Of something new that will make me eager to
Write a new poem.”
(2013)
more for thee, than me (2026)
August 3~5, 2013
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 11:06 PM UTC
“The saddest poem ever wrote
Was not yours, where you titillate
with daring words
Razors, pills etc.,
The saddest poem ever writ
Was this one, a meager vanity to capture a
Sunset that keeps trying every day to
Surpass
Supersede
Its previous glorious failure,
Like we should too.
Keep trying.
Now, I shall rest,
For I know that soon I shall see, feel, think,
Of something new that will make me eager to
Write a new poem.”
(2013)
more for thee, than me (2026)
August 3~5, 2013
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