As Is What Was is a collection of poems created with no thought at all. None. There is no control over grammar, sound, rhythm, idea, or anything really. Why? I thought it would be fun. Is it insane? Absolutely.


She kills monsters

The kind that my nightlight can’t scare

I’m the type who frightens easily

She says I only have one option

Long after she’s long gone

I have to buy myself a lighthouse

Maybe the beam will be strong enough

And if that doesn’t work there are always stones in the sea

Her humour’s morbid

Let’s be honest it makes sense

She doesn’t kill monsters for free

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