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                       the writings of an unclear mind

                                  where to begin

                                    how to end

                    how to write thoughts unspeakable

                                 a starving mind

                                  a longing soul 

 i live in the cold dungeons of what i like to call hell, but everyone else prefers to call earth. right now the wind is howling, and if you listen close enough you can hear the voices of the tormented trying to get our attention, trying to warn us. i've been hearing them for a long time now. i just have no clue exactly what they want, or how to go about doing such. all i know is they never stop, and that sometimes their suffering is so bad, hurricanes and tornadoes are formed to try and suck the life juice of the oblivious souls on earth, wrecking everything in it's path. if you don't acknowledge them, they slowly peel you away until there remains only your naked bruised soul shivering, wondering what the hell just happened. no, i'm not crazy, but thank you for asking. i prefer the term "overactive imagination" thank you very much. i wish i was crazy. you almost have to be in a world like this.

so anyways, i've been writing since forever. about almost everything. in a lot of different styles, genres. i finally decided to start sharing some of it with the world. it's a small selection, just randomly picked. some are good, some not so much. some may be confusing if you don't get the underlying theme of it. it helps if you've been depressed. and i'm talking world crashing in, can't move, can't breathe, can't sleep, can't wake up, can't do anything, seeing the world in tunnel vision. a lot of people go through it. but they usually go through it alone, hiding it from everyone the best way they can.

so, a lot of my stuff is kinda dark. i'm a pretty dark person. usually, anyways. all of it is weird, though. ah, the mind of an overactive imagination trying to record it's bounty of thoughts coursing through. never fast enough to record it all though.

all i can say is that i am me. and no one can change that. i can change who i am at anytime, and often do. i don't put up with people's stupid bullshit, and am frequently called a bitch because of that. i don't mind being called a bitch. it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks of you anyways. i refuse to change for anyone but myself.

i don't claim to like any of my writing. i write because i have to. if i don't, i think i'd explode. it all comes from some dank, dark pit deep within me that i barely know exists. it is what the creature within wishes to say.

so while you listen to the voices of the tormented and wander around this hell you call earth, remember that somewhere there is an angel looking down on you....good or evil, i cannot say, just be wary of everyone who calls themselves an angel.

oh yeah, and have fun reading my stuff (that is the reason you are here in the first place i'm assuming), and feel free to leave a comment or two....

and yes, i have noticed that i write all in lower case, and my poems don't have all that much punctuation. that is just the way i write and have been doing so for a while. i write in all lower case because i believe all letters to be equal and do not want to show favouritism to one particular letter by capitalising it. i am against finding leadership in that format.

haha. just joking. i write in all lower case just because. it is a preference and a style, and i like the way it looks when a piece of writing is done. for some reason it looks cleaner.

and as a parting note:

"a little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men"

-willy wonka from 'willy wonka and the chocolate factory' (starring gene wilder as willy wonka)