Poet/Predator

The Rise and Fall of a Lumberjack

There should be timber joke in there somewhere…Anyways…
My scars and demons are old, damn old, well for one with only 20 years under his belt at least
Born with club feet, I had them broken when I was 2, trying to fix the problem.
The scars are still with me
6th grade my parents got divorced, I grew fat, and I got bullied. That was rough year
High school was filled with bad relationship choices, shitty poetry, and mostly unpleasant things. I had a lot of death my senior year too. I don’t how much that really affected me
I can’t remember exactly when I started writing, but I did, and I wrote as a way to vent my emotions onto the page, because I felt like no one else would listen. Sometimes I still do.
I was introduced to my vices of choice in high school. Women when I was 15, alcohol when I was 17. The women are what caused me my grief. Booze never gave me a problem.
I remember I had a writing class my senior year, I was actually proud of the stuff I did in there. Too bad I can’t find any of it. The way my teacher and class mates reacted to my writing, made me feel good about myself. Like I might have some talent.
Graduation, surgery, college starts.
I start up my tumblr on whim, trying to find something to do besides my homework. It was February 3rd, 2011(and yes, I had to go look that up)
For the most part, I just put up my old shitty poetry and reblogged pointless junk. Neither of which I’m particular proud of.
July 15th, 2011. I posted this which was to become my first featured poem. I was ecstatic when I saw it. July 26th, I posted this. My 2nd featured piece.
Somewhere along then I followed her. I think shes the reason those got featured. I don’t know if I ever thanked her.
Up until then I was relatively unknown on tumblr I think(still am really)
Oct 28th-I have 40 followers. My blog has turned mainly into a writing/personal blog. Lots of beard posts. I feel like that got me some followers.
Somewhere along the way I started following these lovely people.
We got to know each other more in this wonderful place called Tinychat. It must of been around December then.
I was at first terrified to be in the same chat room as all these awesome writers. They all put what I write to shame. Still do.
I met my two favorite aussies, and someone who I shared a wrestling kinship with
The first time she got on camera, she got my shirt off. Or she got on because I took my shirt off. Or something like that. Either way. It was a good night.
I became a TC regular, and I loved every minute of it.
It was funny how people actually missed me when I wasn’t there for our weekly TCs. Made me feel like I belonged to something great. I loved that feeling.
I wrote more and more as time grew on, and I felt much more confident about my writing.
I even wrote a piece for the Collective, and I very much am happy with it.
I recently wrapped up my sophomore year of college, and I am looking forward to having a lot of time that I can hopefully dedicate to writing, and maybe even putting together a book of my own poetry. Who knows.
I drink a lot more often now, but half the time its to reflect and write
It seems like I’ve had this blog for forever
I can’t imagine what my life would be without it.
Without you all. All my friends I’ve made on here. I will treasure these people for as long as I draw breath, and I can only hope I can play some small part in their amazing lives and maybe be able to give you all the giant bear hugs you all sorely deserve.
Thank you all for being there with the big and small things I’ve been through.
I’m looking forward in marching towards my future with you guys.