Here we go again.

Me with my beloved books.

Ok so, here I am again, internet. I have tried and failed so many times to create a blog, and keep it up. They never last a week. I am undependable, which is sad because I have so much to say. I'll put a bio in here for those of you who don't know me. I'm resisting the urge to share this to my facebook once I'm done with the first post, because if once again, I don't stick with it, I'll look stupid. This time I'll really try to focus on substance more than style. I'll probably just copy-paste a lot of basic info about me from my facebook wall because, dammit, I'm lazy. Just call me Bear, or Bear the Poet, let's start there. Let's see, um, I'm 29 and don't look it, I just moved to Dallas from Alabama with my husband. Yep, newly married as of February 24th this year. Thank you. I am a poet, love art, love creative people and the whole art scene. Amazing poet, yadda yadda yadda bisexual blah blah blah. I promise I'll try harder this time at keeping this thing up. Last time, and the one before that it was WordPress. Ok, bio, here we are, and yes, of course, I wrote it. I'm a hopeless egotist, did I mention that? 

A very happy egotist nowadays.

Bio: James Rodehaver is a happily married 29-year-old bisexual poet living in Dallas, Texas, whose difficult yet amazing life is shown to us in his poetry. Despite being disabled, going through seven surgeries, two foster homes, and a lifetime of being poor and living in constant pain, he still rises above it all with the power of his poetry. He is one of the bravest and most prolific writers of his generation. His poetry changes styles, subjects, and lives. He has been writing poetry since the age of seven, and is consistently bringing it to new levels. He turns his many life struggles, and those of his past, into the most soul-searching, heart-rending, censor-defying, and citizen out-crying poetry since Bukowski or Whitman. He is always reading and learning from the great poets, and always striving to show people that poetry is alive, and writhing on the page before us, ready to change us forever. Known onstage as "Bear The Poet," he has done slam poetry in the past, and continues to frequent the slam scene. Come join this amazing writer as he soars to new heights of creativity, and brilliance! Hell yeah!

See what I mean? The ego! The audacity! The BALLS! What a dick! 
Sigh. I need help...
I digress. You know what I just realized? That entire bio is right there on the left sidebar. Oh, well, I'm not changing anything. Did I mention I have a lazy streak???

Anyway, these are a few of my favorite things:

This picture is here because my FAVORITE thing is, of course, me!!! 

Favorite (currently) book: American Gods. Favorite singer: Freddie Mercury. Favorite (currently) band: The Black Keys. Favorite movie: Victor Victoria. Favorite TV show: Dexter. Favorite animated TV show: The Venture Bros. Favorite song: Love Reign O'er Me by The Who. Favorite poet: Tie between Walt Whitman and Charles Bukowski. Favorite artist: Pablo Picasso. Favorite fiction writer: Neil Gaiman. Favorite music genre: Classic Rock. Favorite food: Seafood. Favorite game: Gta: Sa. Favorite musical: Rent. Favorite alcoholic drink: Smirnoff Ice. Favorite type of dog: Pug. Favorite YouTuber: Jack Douglass of Jacksfilms.

So yeah, like I said, I didn't feel like rewriting this. If you have a question, ask. I'll be posting, knock on wood, stuff about my take on things, poetry, and my rants I suppose. It's 1:37 am and I'm not tired, but I am feeling wistful about a dead pet right now. Sad face, violin, everybody cries. I'm trying to cheer myself up, or at the very least occupy myself. It's August 21, 2012. I may treat this as the journal I already abandoned after two days of writing in a new notebook. What can I say, most of my creative energy is spent doing the poetry thing, or thinking about weird things. My facebook, ok. Facebook.com/bearthepoet read up, kids. See what I like and save us both some time. You'll also get that from this if we're lucky. Strangely Wonderful is the title of a book of poetry I'm putting off working on. Last thing I did was decide a new name, cover, and how many poems will be in it, versus what was in my aborted dream, Inverted Reflection. More on that later but not tonight. Facebook it. Anyway, that'll do for now. I may get on here tomorrow, maybe not. I'll probably stay up for some time after this, editing page design and putting pretty pretty pictures of my bad self on here. Night yall.
---Bear.