In which I pretend I can write

So as you may know, or you know...may not know I am an incredibly awkward human being, as such it's generally accepted that I have to have some sort of passion or talent or worth to society for them to let me live and not sacrifice me to Volcore the GOD OF VOLCANOS.

All joking aside I really did need a hobby, bad humor just doesn't get you by after Dane Cook got famous.

Badum tsch!

To start this story I will share a picture, of myself as I was ten minutes ago, holding the journal in which I record my poetry.

It's a beautiful journal I know, too bad I've soiled it with angsty freeverse right? Well that angsty freeverse has been poppin' out since it is November and also 30/30. 30/30 for those of you who do not know is not only NaNoWrimo, it is the month where people like myself and actual poets decide to write a poem a day for thirty days.


It's really fucking hard.


Like REALLY.


So I'll be posting a few of my poems on here for this blog, so far only my first few are up and online because I put so much work into writing them I don't really want to toss them online immediately, that being said the full 30 will at some point be up on my poetry Tumblr, Feel free to check it out and tell me how untalented I am.