My words

Starting my poem book, this is the opening page

The blood from my heart spills on the paper, on the paper the blood forms into words, the words then form into a poem & the words in that poem turns out to be what I feel deep down in my soul..

You'll get the fiery, burning sensation of passion mixed with an unbearable cold..

I'll take you thru the time..

I served behind the bars in life..

I compare life with jail because life was hell..

The come up was real..

The struggle was real..

At times you may not understand..

You may question me as a man..

If you haven't experienced what my heart writes then you most definitely won't get the concept of my stories..

If you have, then you're just as emotional reading it as I was writing it..

You might feel joy but may also want to cry..

Like my happiness, my pain is real..

How I feel is real..

And tho I may complain about my past, I don't look back with regret or have a feeling of disgust for it..

I accept it for what it is & use it to form a better future..

The blood from my heart spills on the paper, on the paper the blood forms into words, the words then form into poetry & the words in the poems turn out to be what I feel deep down in my soul..

Even tho right now, it may come off like my heart is cold..

I hope that in the future, im able to write about a love i've discovered & the conclusion to my pursuit of happiness....