Pocket Poetry

Pocket Poetry

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Life is not always easy. Sometimes you need to hold onto the things that make your life meaningful to yourself. When it comes down to it, you are the only one that really matters. At the young age of twelve I found myself on the streets with nothing. I had many aimless nights just trying to stay warm. I soon found that any talent you have can mean the difference between a tough night, or an easy one. I was an excellent gymnast, so I started doing back-flips for quarters to get money to eat at all the twenty-four hour greasy spoons around town. It was tough trying to figure out ways to be able to take up a table all night without getting the server mad at you. I borrowed a pen from a server and started writing on the napkin. after a few years (nine to be precise) I had a lot of poetry in my pockets.
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Abroad

The purpose of this poetry book is one of defiance. Not to others, or anything in particular. It is against the war we wage internally, against ourselves every day. There is no bigger challenge in life than facing your thoughts, your true emotions, your feelings when you lie alone at night by yourself, cornered. We tend to postpone them, shelf them, as we grow accustomed to our daily activities, never giving ourselves a chance to evaluate ourselves. Who are we? what do we lack? what do we need? In this book, I took it upon myself to air out all of my grievances, my intimate thoughts, my happiness, my disappointments, my sadness all out in the open, for all to see. I wanted to face it all. To stare my mortality dead in the eyes, and let the lingering stare sit, I wanted to simmer the feeling of weakness, of every single type of emotion, completely digest it, and let it manifest genuinely, reading it, again and again, perfecting it, again and again, until the feeling of pain subsides. I there is anything that I want you to take from this book, is time. Yes, just a word, time. It goes by, so have not regrets, and never leave something from saying. If you are looking for a sign to remind you, to tell you parents, brothers, sisters, daughters, grandparents, wives, friends you love them? This is it...

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