Well, to be quite honest, I am utterly nerdy, unnaturally sardonic, and terribly cynical. But, wait, there's more. I am always right. Sometimes, I hate people as a whole. I am definitively scrupulous, and I am hopelessly candid.
I recently had one of my poems published, "I Waited for You to Discern Me", which is available on this site if you're interested.
It's traced with lingering scars.
Leo Tolstoy
Ernest Hemingway
James Agee
Boris Pasternak
Nathaniel Hawthorne
Gabriel García Márquez
E. E. Cummings
Charles Dickens
John Grisham
T. S. Eliot
Robert Frost
James Russell Lowell
And, people who actually take the time to read this.
--"Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves."
--"...my Immortal Beloved... I can live only wholly with you or not at all... ever thine, ever mine, ever ours"
--"Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far they can go."
--"The poem is the point at which our strength gave out."
--"Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash."
--“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
I would also appreciate some criticism, especially if it is blunt (as long as it doesn't utterly decimate my spirit). Thank you :D.