Consequenceofsound• Show poetry

This is one of those times when my massively huge ego will get the better of me.


No. That's not true at all.



I'm extremely low key and laid back for such a loud, extroverted personality. A lot of stuff tends to roll off my back, either instantaneously like a dodge ball, or slowly like that bead of sweat that you can't reach to wipe off. Point is that life hasn't always been sunshine and daisies, but I'm living it and 'rolling with the punches' as they say. Who exactly is 'they'? It's a question for the ages. One of life's many great mysteries. Why am I talking about this? I should be talking about poetry, right? Hmmmm, okay, poetry. I like to write it. I like to read it. I think there's a lot of bad poetry out there. I think that I contribute that that category most of the time. I also think that there is a lot of good poetry out there and that I may one day contribute to it. (See there's that ego I warned you about.) No, in all seriousness, I like to write. I don't claim to be very good, but I like to do it. So... there? I also like to hear if people like something, or hate something, or their opinions on what could make something better. I like to do the same. I'm definitely what you'd call a debt repayer. (I like to make up my own words... specifically verbs.) Basically, that means that if you comment, I'll comment. So..... in conclusion: I'm a college student with a really bad case of insomnia, read my poetry, please. The End.