I aspire to be a writer, so what I do is read other actual writer's works in the hopes that some of their ability will magically rub off onto me.
Clearly, it isn't working.
If perchance you are glancing at this page wondering what happened to my updates, Far, Far Away is on super-long hiatus until I can manage to sit myself down and type up the darn thing.
Don't read the poems unless you want your eyeballs to burn in their sockets. They're only still there for sentiments' sake.
And the works in my favorites are very good. They deserve your attention far more than mine do.