When I was a kid I used to write all the time.  I had what seemed to be a million journals.  Some of the stuff came out like poetry, most of the stuff just came out like ramblings of a person who seemed to be in need of a good shrink.  I never really set out to write a poem, it just happens.  Most of the time I only end up with poetry that I think is good when I write at times when I feel crazy or sad or something.  It has been that way for as long as I can remember.  If I could write like that when I am happy I would have sold some poetry books by now I am sure.

Back to I had a million journals…..I had a ton but I thought I fell in love and he seemed to not be able to respect my privacy so I ended up getting rid of all my journals.  I have written books and books, I even had a separate book for the stuff I pulled out of my rambling journals that I called the poem book, but its all gone.  One invasion is all it took to make me stop writing all together….trust issues….Thanks dude.  I should have sold them not trashed them.  Maybe they would be lyrics to some Emo music that seems to be so popular.  I was so Emo that I had a final will and testament at 9 years old, ha ha.  I never shared most of my writing with anyone but maybe my sister or a few close friends.  Now it is so hard to share what I write because I am older and a little wiser but I still write poetry the most when I am sad or crazy. I would hate for anyone to get the wrong idea about me.  I’m still so emo…. (it’s a shame I don’t like the music), but now I don’t bother with the last will or the goodbye letters.

I know how blessed I am.  I know how lucky I am to have a family that loves me.  I know there are a lot of people out there that have it much, much worse that I do.  That fact just does not help my feelings.  I must write out all my emotions to work through them.  I want to publish them and share them so maybe others can know that they are not the only one.  If you are reading my stuff, please do not contact me with the name of a shrink, and rest assured that I will not be trying to off myself or worry that I am slipping into a deep depression.  I have lived my life like this for 30 years.  Call me moody.

Thank You for reading.

Here are some links to my poems.

http://www.authspot.com/Poetry/Wooden-Box.328625

http://www.authspot.com/Poetry/I-Cry.338261

http://www.authspot.com/Poetry/Bound-and-Buried.338263

http://www.authspot.com/Poetry/Families.338265

http://www.authspot.com/Poetry/On-Both-Knees.342975

http://www.authspot.com/Poetry/You.365079

And here are some links to other writings of the emotional sort.

http://www.authspot.com/Letters/My-Friend.338349

http://www.authspot.com/Biographies/Do-Unto-Others.335169

http://www.authspot.com/Journals/Dreaming-of-Killing.335149