I'm a young man about to enter college with a mind that nears incomprehensible. The thoughts that roll through in coalition with the experiences I have had throughout my entire life have created such a unique style of writing for me (poetry for the most part) and have brought great positive criticism from all that read. However, my poetry also has a dark side. It can be depressing and sad for a lot of them consist in them my physical essence. My physical pain experience of the mind and body have been put forth from my body and into the words that naturally occur when writing. I have experienced pain beyond near any that are of my age. I have dealt with things that are evil and wrong in this world from day 1. Never have I truly been of the mindset that causes bliss and happiness. I was and continue to gain more momentum in pain. For all of my life love has been across the threshold that requires permission, every time I get to that threshold I am tripped by the ground being ripped from under me as another has been given permission to cross and the threshold is destroyed. Being swept to the place where I began, square one. And once there breaking nigh on the point of insanity and anguish. But then somehow recovering and loving again, to attempt to regain hope of a life more worth living. Love has always been one sided, and so all I know is heartbreak. I know that which lies in the depths of the void inside ones own soul and heart, for I dwell there. In constant darkness and despair; as I die slowly from the possession of death itself within me. I am the reaper when need be and can control not when he arises. Try I might but he controls me at will and can harm all he sees fit. Only release my thoughts and feelings into the mind of another and they are poisoned near beyond repair. I am the reaper and the healer. I heal those who I can when they seek it. And hurt those I love most by thinking I can trust them with what evil lies in my head. I am Steven J and I am Poetae.