I used to be a prolific writer. I wrote all the time, and shared some of my favorites with those who were close to me. Either by proximity or preference. I wrote raw poetry to help me understand and deal with emotions that were foreign and sometimes unwelcome. Several times, I believe my word-friends may have saved my life. Several times, they may have saved my sanity, and other times, they simply spelled out a decision I was too afraid to acknowledge.
A lot of my work is unpolished and sophomoric. Some I find profound even today, years later. Reading through these old words makes it easy for me to identify where I was in life, and how far I have come. Not only emotionally, but also how I've been able to refine my words. I've also learned to reign in my emotions so that they don't have such a hold on me anymore.
Some of what is here may be disturbing or worrisome. I've moved through several phases of my life through my poetry. I'm not sharing it here for attention or pity or a trip to the ward. I only want to have all of my friends in one place, so I can have all of my life in (almost) one place.
