
This is just a small collection of the poems I have written. Some
inspired by others, and some inspired by events that have happened in
my life. Some people tell me they wish they could write like I do, but
the gift to write like I do is both a blessing and a curse. When my
hand starts to move across the page, those words leave me fast and
hard, almost leaving me empty. I can't write a piece unless my heart
is in it, otherwise it lacks all soul, or at least it does to me.
Everyone has their own views as to what one of the poems might mean to
them. You can't ever begin to understand what's in another persons
heart. I write to dump all the feelings that have swelled in my heart,
waiting to jump onto paper, and leave me empty, because those thoughts
aren't there anymore. My own writing isn't writing at all, it's the
hearts words screaming to escape from it's caged existence.
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