I thought this would be easy, it's not. Grab a
pen and jot down a few points about yourself, truthfully. It's not as easy at
it may appear. Well I'm sure there are a few people out there that could do
it, we like to call them modest. Is that what they really are? I would rather
call them liars. I'm an average guy (whatever that is) who is lost in what this
whole meaning of life is. I'm fascinated by what my whole role in this is. I
call myself "The Lost Poet" cause that is what I am, lost.
The
first poem I wrote was shortly after a breakup of a long relationship. Pain
to me is best expressed through my works. I'm not the type to just say how I
feel, so this to me is a release of pressure and stress. Some people understand
this and well some don't. Most of my poetry has to do with my life or family.
Love to me is a mystery, I have yet to define the real meaning. I guess in a
way I hope that people can relate my problems with there's and see that they're
not alone out there. Depression is a pit, one of which I'm still in. I'm slowly
reaching a plateau where I can see what lies ahead, but it's a constant struggle.
A lot of people call my poetry dark, I say it's life. I prefer to talk about
things I know about, and well pain seems to be my expertise. 