My Twizted Soul

I began writing poetry when I was really young. It just kind of came natural to me to describe The abundance of emotions that I seem to have constantly. I would give them to my grandmother and she was the only person that had shown any interest. We call her Gam. One day she asked me what I do with all of my poems that I write I said "I throw them away". Now my grandmother is very sweet soul like a angel walking on Earth with no exaggeration whatsoever. Selecting her down or disappointing her really stung and you tried hard not to do it. Well anyway she made me promise her that I would stop throwing my poems away. I had a rough life and suffer from P.T.S.D. among other things because of it. When of P TSD self defence mechanisms is forgetting and man I forget everything. I am really big on promises and keeping them because I believe you really are only as good as your word. Since that promise I had put on my poems into a book and available on amazon and this website. That way they will never get thrown away and I won't loose them. For the record they are not here for some editor or critic. They are simply here for safe keeping. I get piece of mind in knowing that I can keep my promise. Read more