Hello, hello.
In all honesty, I'm not a particularly interesting person. I'm seventeen, with an upcoming birthday; graduated, and facing the excitement and trepidation that is attending University in the fall. I'll be taking my Bachelor of Fine Arts, and I am looking forward to it immensely.
I used to write short fiction and fantasy, but to some level, I think I've grown out of it. I began writing poetry during my angsteen years of middle school, where words helped me through some rough patches. It's a shame that the words themselves sucked so much. I'm not sure when my tastes matured, but I'm glad they did. I'd love to get back into writing short stories, thought shots and the like, but I haven't exactly had any good ideas. I also have this lovely habit of coming up with wonderful little poetic lines, and not coming up with a poem in which to put them -- a bad habit that pretty much leaves me frustrated on a regular basis.
My one pet peeve with this site is that it doesn't lend itself to structured poetry, and I am a person that likes to arrange my lines for visual appeal - most of the work that I have on here is also on my deviantArt account, which bears the same penname, so if you're curious as to what the poems look like when structured properly, please visit that site. Not all of them are very different, but there's the odd one that's really suffered under the hands of Fictionpress' relentlessly simplistic editing system.
I write about anything, really, that strikes my fancy. A lot of personal musing & reflection, a dash of politics, and a hefty dose of romance (though I promise it's seldom cheesy. I'm a bit cynical and sarcastic, so I try to steer away from anything too vomit-inducing. Sometimes, though, it's hard to avoid.) Music influences me heavily, including Devin Townsend, Nick Cave, Tool, and your regular array of musical artists ranging from the heavy metal to the indie to the classical. As far as visual artistry, I love the work of Guy Denning in particular. And poets? Well, Charles Bukowski's poetry is basically orgasmic, so...
I kid!
I smell pizza cooking, so it's time to wrap this up and chow down. Have a good one.
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