Saturday, January 30, 2010

andnow

that the poetry I have put up on this page sounds very ‘woe is me.’ Well maybe that’s when I write the most, when I’m feeling that way. All of these etchings are straight out of my journal, and I felt no need to hold back, because my whole life all I’ve ever done is hold back. So if it sounds ‘woe is me,’ well, even though I love life and being alive, my time on the planet has been, I wouldn’t say easy, although that is what has given me the dirt from which to grow my flowers. Am I complaining? No I’m expressing things exactly as I feel they are. If it’s too ‘woe is me’ than maybe I should be in therapy instead of opening my vein and spilling my blood on everybody else.

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