Poetry Happens (oh-dear)

I do not do poetry. I do not like it.

To be precise i used to completely ignore it.

Lately, i assumed that i could try - it is worth exploring my skills.

Here are the results. Is it such a shame?

I mean, there is a part of everyone that needs to be expressed - the pure emotions. Because even without emotions, just with the ticking clock of life the feelings are still in us, no matter how hard we try to finish them off.

If I wouldn't write all of this crappy poems I'd probably play with my scalpels (and as a Graphic I've got a lot of them...) They are mostly done in a few minutes, as a result of a sudden feeling.

Sympathise with me, identify with me, criticise with me or ignore me.