I wrote two yesterday.
I thought you would like to take a look, but as soon as anyone realizes I've put up a new news post, they are going to ignore it.

"This Is a Joke"
Honestly, it is, but you have to be somewhere beyond to get it.

"Unicorn Rape"
If there was actually any unicorns being raped in this poem, you wouldn't be reading it. Maybe it's the sound a unicorn makes while being raped...

I was trying to explain the Darkpunk genre, but I think it sounds more like a methamphetamine user trying to explain he needs to poop or something.

"Dpunk"

Honestly, if anyone is still reading this posts, I am surprised. I've been well out of the picture for a while, after all.

I'm hoping nobody thought this one up yet.

"No Quarantine"

Please go read, if you so dare.

I'm not going to go on about this one. I don't think I could make you click the link with anymore persuasion than a 50-year-old morbidly obese prostitute from Louisiana.

"Paradise Is Daylight; All Go To Hell"

That being said, good luck.

So, if you haven't noticed, if anyone notices, I write poetry.

"Dead Man's War Cry"

I happen to do it because I enjoy it, and because I believe others do too. Take a look if you do.

Yes, that's the title of the new poem I've written.
I know it sounds quite disturbing. Honestly, I doubt anyone will ever get the meaning of the poem. It would take either a literary genius, or someone who feels the same way.

Nonetheless:
"Can't Dance With the living; embracing the Hand of Death"

Enjoy.

I'm not talking about here on Newgrounds, I'm afraid.
I'm talking about on my own site. However, because those of you on Newgrounds who are interested and are reading this are probably now wondering how to get to said blog, I'll provide the link.

William Christopher Schomaker's Amazingly Boring Blog

That's not the real title; it's a disclaimer for those of you without the ability to go through paragraphs of ranting and ideology.

A new poem by the unfortunate one who write this crap... me. :(

"Alone, heartBroken, & brainDead"

Please read and share if you find it entertaining or enlightening.

A new poem.
I had to get away from love poems for a second, and take a look back at the driving force I have for writing in the first place. It may not be the best poem, or the most well thought out, but I'm sure anyone who reads these news posts will enjoy it.

Untitled #8

So I was feeling like writing another poem, and putting out some news.

News first:
I will be writing more sections of "The Barfly Chronicles" this weekend, for anyone interested. Also, I might possible write another poem this weekend, but only with good views on today's.

"Empty Jar"

This poem goes with another that I wrote some time back:
"Heart in a Jar"

Please, read both, so you don't get confused.