I hope you can handle the uncensored version, it's your only option.

Every writers style is different,
mine probably being the ugliest of them all.
Others with their skillful imagery will paint for you a picture formed from words.
each of them having been beautifully, perfectly, and purposefully placed.
They can present even the saddest of feelings in a polite and graceful manner.
For me though, this was never the case.
Lacking the time or patience for metaphor,
I tear straight into the gut.
with absurdity, undeniable hostility, and hideous authenticity,
I deliver to you my soul, unaltered, and monstrous as it is.
I suppose for your sake, it would be easier if I were to
tell my tragedies the same way the others do: through pleasing little images.
But that, I can not do. 

 I am and always haven been, unable to place a filter on my thoughts, or my words.
My soul was long ago torn into, and invaded,
leaving me, open, broken, and unguarded.
all of which were irreversible.
my writings are often crude, misanthropic, sarcastic, tragic, and untamed,
bearing strong resemblance to the soul from which they came.

Reviews

[Arielle Ann]

everything came from the heart without any alteration...and still the words rearranged themselves into a melodious flow...that's what writing is all about...let yourself free...and that's what you have done...kudos to you and your writing style ...keep it as it is! don't change!

[screamin'ian]

Well done. Be who you are, I tell myself and my self tells me I can't be anybody else. No real use in comparing your work to others, except to give us this perspective. I enjoyed reading it.

[Lost]

I deeply appreciate your candor, even if I disagree with your self-assessment.

Your rawness is anything but crude. Elegant honesty...