I just like to write short stories and melancholic poems
I always wanted to put them in a book or something
like those Bukowski reads I held onto as a teen
maybe because I could never manage to write a long story
I used to send some of those, at night
to close friends
or to start close friendships
with SMS, of all means
I wrote most of them at night
some of them while under the influence
some of them while sober
most of them I just wrote to express myself. I was an emo kid, after all
most of what’s in this book has been shown only to a handful of people, most of them gone from my life now. I’m not really a people person
I have changed something as I went over the poems
and most of them are not, and will never be, their
authentic, original version
it’s just who I am, now
some stories are true, some are fantasy. I won’t tell which ones are what, as I don’t think it matters
thanks for reading,
— Flygohr
you can read all the poems here: