I have a deep hatred for poetry, but sometimes I go temporarily insane and end up churning out the usual teenage emo crap. But I'm working on fixing that. Like this poem that I wrote just a few days ago...

"There's something close to tragic

About staring at a summer sky

Through a window covered in bird crap."

See, this poem came from the depths of my being. My very core. Mostly because my window has bird crap on it that refuses to come off.

Why are you still here? There's a much better piece here, that you should all read, because my dear friend Lari and I cowrote it and it's amazing. Not that my ego is huge at all!

http://www.fictionpress.com/~elglobodelpinup