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A Message To My Readers!

Why does everything have to have rules, why have something to follow? Is it because without rules there is chaos? So everything comes crashing in, and we struggle to find common ground, but the truth is we will all drowned one day. Why not live life? write what you want, and don't worry about how bad someone says your work is because not everyone is going to like it. Maybe it's not by the book, Maybe it's not like the people before you, who cares? This is my life, and it will never be yours. Things happen in our lives that change us completely, it could be a horrible experience or it could be a great one. The point I am making is that I am who I am, and this is the way I write about my life, so if you don't like it your not forced to read it.  There is always something going on in our lives, and for me just putting it down on paper is like releasing the pressure right off of my shoulders. We all have our secrets, but if you ever read my posts (random or not) I let all of my secrets go. I AM honest, and from my experiences there aren't to many people out there that are willing to share there soul with random strangers. I am not saying you have to love what I write, or even like what I have to write, but before you give me your criticisms please read all of the facts before commenting. I was never told to be honest with people, but the older I got I noticed how much people lie, and I didn't want to be a part of that people group. This is me saying that I am okay with "people" reading my honesty that sits inside of my heart. I would say that I am sorry for making this sound like I dislike people that follow the rules of poetry. I love that you do. It makes me want to read them. I am sorry I don't, I like my freedom. We all have our things that kicks at us, and makes us want to move in this world, and writing the way I do is mine. I am honestly not looking for my hand out in life. I am not waiting for someone to come by and read my blog and give me a job. I write poetry for me, and nobody else. I do it to connect with people through my pain and suffering. I just wish that when you come to this blog that you would read the words, and stop worrying about the rules that past poets have made. Maybe you don't think that this is art, but all that matters to me is that this has come straight from my heart, and that's all you need to know.

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