I began this account several years ago as your average angsty teenage poet, uploaded poems about graveyards and self-harming at bus stops, then forgot about them. On a typical sojourn through the Internet one evening recently I encountered them again, and panicked when I realised I had no idea what kind of passwords I was using back then so I couldn't log in to delete them. And once I remembered the password (good old predictable self) I panicked once more as I discovered that I couldn't delete my account. It took me a while to figure out how to remove the poems but I've stopped embarrassing myself for the moment.

I still write, but I'm a grown up now. And I have no desire to publish my writing here for the moment, but who knows how I'll feel in the future? I read original writings out occasionally at events where the opportunity is offered and people seem to like what I write.


I didn't think my angsty poetry was all terrible. It helped me develop a style and captured in language the feelings I had at the time which aids if I ever need to remember. There were some damn good lines as well and I was much more concerned about structure back then, probably due to the influence of literature class at school.

Perhaps there are other writers out there who would like to talk sometime. I'd like that.