Poetry

I've been writing poems since I was a teenager. Its been an outlet for that has carried me Thur both good times and hard times. When I was 16, I had my first and only poem published. I entered a poetry contest and won. My mother didn't believe that I had wrote it at first but she was surprised and said that she liked it. My only request to her was that she not ask what it meant. I'll start off with that poem.

"Violence"

"My eyes are full of hate when I look at this disgraceful place. It looks beautiful to the human eye, but its really in disguise. If there's such a thing as fate, then maybe fate can turn this world around. Where's the world headed? Maybe all the world is hell bound.

You wake up to an empty bed, and realize he's dead, the evil man took him from his sleep and left him for dead. The evil man killed him and for what reason, no reason at all. Simply because he exists. One day people will realize that he who falls will be remembered, but he who draws will be lost in time forever. For the evil man is hell bound until he turns his life around, but the good are all heaven helped.

Look at the face of an evil man, what do u see? Do you see the pain and anger of wanting to be free? Do you see the madness that rages within his face or do you see the mistreated child that lies within his soul? After all, the world is a crazy place, isn't it? Not even time can erase the pain of an evil man's face.-Ruby

Its a little disturbing but made sense to me at the time. Unfortunately I'm not quite ready to go public with what it all means. Perhaps someday, we shall see.