What you might find funny about some of the poems here now and some of the poems to come is that for the most part they are about friends.
Now that in itself isn’t so funny, but after reading some of them, especially more so for the older ones, you might begin to understand.
See, I’m kind of a wannabe absolutist. When I think of things, especially like acceptable behaviors, I really think in black and white. But when it comes down to it and it shows up in life, I kinda end up not being able to do that. Because life really isn’t black and white, and that perhaps is one of the greatest plights we face. But before I end up on some philosophical tangent, I’ll try and finish what I’m trying to say.
Everyone has character flaws, and one of the biggest parts about being a good friend is learning how to deal with those. Depending on the person, that can be terribly difficult or it can be easy. It can cause friendships to end as well. And since I’m a wannabe absolutist it kinda makes this even more fun for me sometimes.
And out of this little paradox I’ve created for myself comes the inspiration for some of my poems. A lot of the angrier ones are about friends in moments of frustration. They don’t necessarily represent how I feel about them all the time, but how I felt at the time I wrote it.
So I can’t say this is the formula for how all of these are created, but this does apply to some of them. I may indicate from time to time which ones those are, but for the rest of the time I’ll let you guess :)