hardcorecrispy

I wouldn't bother being a watcher of mine, friends.  Other than the occasional poem, I'm here to follow fanfiction and offer comments.  No more than that.

I wrote it two years ago, it's pithy.  It's nothing special, but I still like it because I meant it. Through oft checked bile and unseen ire, He wonders why it seems he is abused; Why he lets them sate their needs and leave him used, With their problems and their musings and desire, They leave him spent, burning with passion's fire, Though he knows them to be the paths that he would choose. He watches to see if they take his advice, Bitterly chuckles as they cast his words aside; To watch them fail cuts as a blade inside, The words provided, for them he pays a price, He helps the ones he wants find others, to be nice; His tears wo

I plan on being an avid reader/watcher of things I'm interested in, but I'm not much of an artist myself.  I might throw a crappy poem or two up, though.  Maybe.