I feel like a whiny, sappy romantic emo teenager when I think about reading some of my less hate-filled poems. I look at them and think, dude, that's lame. I don't wanna read that one, it's cheesy and full of lovey-dovey bullshit.
I will at some point, maybe, but for now, I'm just reading the ones that don't make me want to choke with disgust.
My main style is free verse, which sometimes confuses me and makes me think I'm just reading prose. I'm experimenting with irregular rhymes, internal rhymes and other fun poetry things like alliteration and imagery.
Also, I'm sorry for the somewhat bad sound and the mouse clicks that you hear whil