Still not EMO, despite Dad cornering me in the laundry to lecture me on the meaninglessness of his existence. Hope we find a cure.
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Okay you asked for it*
This certainly proves my claims to emo-ness.
The following poem is the first piece of writing I ever had published for money (on January 14, 1996, in The Canberra Times – which used to have a “Junior Times” section – when I was thirteen). Keep a bucket handy, people.
GOODBYE
Goodbye
I have to go
Leave you behind
My friend.
I don’t want to go
I will write
and so will you
But not all the time
Not looking at the blue sky
the trees, the water
the sea
Sharing happiness, sadness
love and fear.
Not any more.
We will change
Be different
not know each other.
I will come back
But not the same
to meet a different person
Be a different person.
I will miss you
Goodbye.
*Actually no-one ever did or would, but so?