Skeletal Poet's Sonnents

The Haunting Edition

When I first started writing this anthology, I was a stranger, an outsider to the world of poetry. A foolish dream caught me off guard and I picked up a pen and started out writing whatever that came to my mind. I dipped my pen to such a wondrous run in the woods that I never knew would've been so deeply etched in my heart. Perhaps I never knew that I had written poetry in the first place. Poetry was a language foreign to my ignorance.

It was few years ago, when I began this journey - one I am sure I wouldn't want to end. I set out with a notebook and a pen, not knowing which crook of words would lead me next.

Now I'm older, a little wiser and even penned many other collections but this one has a special effect on me. It remains special to me because every word is unfiltered, raw and unpolished - each poem was a mirror to a memory, sweet or sorrow.

Back then I wrote with such unguarded honesty, fearlessly. Spilling truths by ink, ones I never wished to share. Looking back, I cant help but smile at that, younger, more fearless version of me. I suppose I wrote them so because I never planned to show them to anyone. I kept them to myself as to haunt myself with my own words.

To my peers, poetry was "cringe," and I was labeled strange, crazy, even mad—a foolish dreamer with a fragile heart. But I only wrote more, crafting verse after verse, until just a handful of poems could no longer contain what I needed to say.

And now, I bring it to you:

Skeletal Poet's Sonnets: The Haunting Edition

With six more poems resting between these pages, waiting, as if they have been holding their breath, just for you.