Poet Introduction I have been writing since the age of 10, and still feel the same powerful energy to create a story and to intrigue those who read my work. I write dark, surreal poetry and short stories. I also have several novel manuscripts in the works I hope to publish
I do not know what it was. Some primal urge to hunt for the words. Soon enough I will catch them, and fillet them for their metaphors and rhymes. The urge to divorce myself from normality, and give in to surreality is overwhelming.
Itís not a character flaw. That is what I was told by a former friend. There I stood, at the threshold of life and death, a decision was to be made. I had all my medication bottles clustered on my desk and with one thought only, my shaky hand wrapped around one of them. I unscrewed the bottle of my anti-psychotic, arched my head back and swallowed every pill as if they were candy. I remember the dozens of pills sliding abrasively down my throat. All I wanted was to die. All I wanted was peace at last, a resignation from a lost life. Do I still feel my life is lost? No. Do I still feel...
I have withdrawn into myself where surrealism shines warmer than realism. With a sigh I tell you, that cut in the mirror before me, I met a man who wasnít quite pieced together. So close, why do I continue to see myself as such? Oh, itís so intoxicating to study a surrealistís painting, as opposed to the dead, spiny tree thatís painted in reality. What an ugly thing reality is!