Poetry

A home for every piece of poetry I have- every attempt at taming the darkness inside me and presenting it in a presentable artistic form- every attempt at creating something original in a world that will never really have anything truly original in it.

         Reality consists of borders, of clearly-drawn lines, principles to be adhered to with the utmost diligence. To disobey those rules, then, would rightly define you as a rebel. Well, so be it; I am a rebel. I refuse to be defined by human laws and human limits. I chose, instead, to have a higher quality of life doing what I think should be done. And the colors of a rebel are so much more brilliant than those of someone who daily puts on the suit of Regularity and goes to work in Boredom. I refuse to be confined by someone else's definition of who I should or shouldn't be. If this is Reality, it's not for me.