the Uglies

Recently, someone made a comment about my poetry. It's a little dark, she said. I would have to agree. It is a little dark. Sometimes even painful and uncomfortable. It makes you think about things you rather not and occassionally, it beckons the demons we try so hard to surpress. So why do I write this dark stuff? Because it's my way of confronting the Uglies. If I don't call them out, they'll always be there, lurking in the shadows of my heart and mind. Now, just so you know, not everything I write is dark and depressing. Stick around and you might just see something positive and uplifting real soon. Or not. I am a slave to the pen, afterall, and there is never a guarantee of where the strokes may lead.