Hello people I know and creepy complete strangers reading about me! My name is Trevor. I'm just your typical dude. The polite-yet-crude Scandinavian son of a Viking gunsmith, who was born on the battlefield in the midst of the great Viking, Indian, Armenian, and French Canadian battle of 1985. After many years of mental rehabilitation, toilet training, and re-constructive surgery, I have forgotten the luncheons of smorrebrod as a child and have become relaxed easy to get along with. I work at a Mexican restaurant in Lebanon, and a pizza restaurant in Claremont and when I'm not there I'm usually at school. I'm fighting to get my license back so I don't have to travel on foot anymore. Because although healthy, it kinda sucks. Other than that, I'm back to college for journalism. I want to be a journalist because I want to be able to travel the globe and report the news from where something is going down. Disasters, War Time, Politics, European Women's KY Jelly Wrestling Tournaments, and all aspects of global society are the kind of things I want to report on. I also want to write books, fiction and non-fiction, based on the kind of things I'm reporting on as I learn more about them. I'm really not a nerd though. No really, I'm not... I swear, observe my cool MySpace page. It's everything you'll ever need to know about me... except most important details like personality, nerdisim, what I'm wearing, or what I'm not wearing, or what I'm wearing improperly.My AIM SN is LordTorsten85, I'm on that much more than I am on MySpace, so feel free to hit me up on there.
A Sample of My Writing, a poem I wrote:
Curtains Bleed Iron
By Trevor Nelson
I stand still,
With the exception of my beating heart.
I can’t blink,
Tears are the only thing these eyes know.
I can’t breathe,
Because she steals all the air in the room.
I can’t think,
The harder I try the more I know it’s true.
Eyes of the sky,
Cast light upon my still beating heart.
Hair of the Earth,
The only thing these tearing eyes know.
Air moves around her.
Out of my lungs my breath feels her.
She’s thinking of me.
Her thoughts stroke my hair like a fur.
I walk away,
With the exception of my motionless heart.
Eyes are red,
These tears are pointless and I’ve known.
I breathe in,
Even though there’s no air anymore.
She isn’t real,
I can’t make her real.
