Modesty

I was brought into this world an Aries on the 17th day of April in the year 1975. My poetry and stories are very different from each other. It may depend on my mood but much of it comes from my views of the world around me. Life is not about rainbows, hearts, carebears, joy, love, happiness and light. People forget that there is an opposite to everything and you cannot have light without darkness, happiness without misery, rainbows without rain, love without hate. I am living in the here and now. What life brings me day to day is always a shock. Life can burn your home down, and just as well bloom a beautiful rose before your eyes. When I write, I like to think there are other people out there that understand where I am coming from. Most of them do, but they refuse to accept it because my writing is 'out' there, like a stab in the back, obnoxious, rude, cynical, and in-your-face. I do not fear to write what other writers fear to write about. After all, it's only life, right?