02-16-2015, 10:01 PM
Now that Valentines Day has passed. Our thoughts may turn to the wilting flowers, or the empty vases and contemplate our lives. As we gaze into our dark chocolate center, does chocolate gaze back.
Okay, I'll stop.
It is now time for the "2nd Annual Poems About Suicide Month" at The Pigpen, where we ask you to FIGURATIVELY slice a vein and pour out your depression onto paper (or make it up as that's what writers do).
Okay, I'll stop.
It is now time for the "2nd Annual Poems About Suicide Month" at The Pigpen, where we ask you to FIGURATIVELY slice a vein and pour out your depression onto paper (or make it up as that's what writers do).
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson