I have written poetry for years and I feel I write broken verse very well. I, long ago, posted a lot of my poetry at Fiction Press (my account there) and let me state this blankly - I think there's *maybe* two happy poems in the lot of what, thirty plus? Now, the poem that people seem to read since I posted it in *2001* is Death is Life which deals with cutting.
( Why the hell do you people talk to me after all this time?!?!? )
Summary: Read something worthwhile, not my semi-depressed crap that seems to only fucking encourage people instead of try and get out my own emotions. Fuck, this pisses me off. I'd yank the poetry off but I'm worried about all the people who've commented on it.
( Why the hell do you people talk to me after all this time?!?!? )
Summary: Read something worthwhile, not my semi-depressed crap that seems to only fucking encourage people instead of try and get out my own emotions. Fuck, this pisses me off. I'd yank the poetry off but I'm worried about all the people who've commented on it.