"Honesty"
I found myself an honesty in my poetic voice
i stopped caring what professors call literature
I want to experiment and play with poetry
I stopped caring whether i was writing "literature" or not
I stopped caring, and just started pouring my heart out
I hope it never ends my heart goes on and on
We adapt.  We evolve.  Bad things happen and they
change us, affect us, who we are inside.  we change over time
i do not write the way i did eight years ago.  I tried so hard
the last six months ive been trying to force myself to be
something that...someone, that i'm just...not...i'm not the same
I can't hide so i din't care what is good poetry i write for fun
and i think i'm doing just as good writing now as i was then
not restricticed to victorian rigid rules, i can just
tell you what i am thinking now, and isn't that
a beautiful thing?  Yes it is.  This is my poetic voice!
In JEsus' name,
Amen