Poetic inspiration comes to me in many forms, when I'm lucky its boredom, unfortunately most of the time my muse is my own emotions. I bottle my emotions till I explode...its like pulling teeth to find out what is bothering me; sometimes I hide my emotions from myself. Occasionally, I'll express my emotions through poetry which is why sometimes it seems rather depressing. I'm not a depressed person, I rather write about it than express it. Once I write about it, its gone...I'm free of that particular feeling and I move on. I find wri more...
