Back in the 90's, I had a hobby of following my friends around at clubs and making them write bad poetry for me. The word poetry was used very loosely. Well, completely incorrectly would be a better term since it was also used for articles, completely fabricated self-help columns and random complete and utter nonsense.
These are the results of those (often drunken) ramblings.

Thursday, March 3, 2011


By Aralis

I am darkness

I belong to the night

And the night is me

When the sun goes down

I emerge from my lair

Dressed in black

Like the shadows of which

I am a part of

I sit in darkened rooms

Contemplating the horror

Which I have become

Seeking more of my kind

So we can bond in

Our common nightmare

But alas!

The sun is on its way

And I must hurry home

To get ready

For my job at the mall

I'm not sure what's worst, the poem or the illustration.

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