It was strange to have someone review a poem that was already 2 years old. I hardly even remembering writing it at all! I got curious and revisied my oldworks. Hell, I was an angry kid. But though most of them were terrible, a few proved to be lyrical and rather dainty. But my my, hoe fast time runs. Or maybe slow. It almost seems like a lifetime passed since aI wrote anything of value. I can't say that I've been bogged down by the smutty role-plays, but rather that I lost inspiration or maybe my anger. Now I feel no need to write these furious poems about the popculture. I can just paint and draw and play. No more poetry. No more burning fires.