200 years ago, I would have been called a "tinker". An addiction to speed changed that to "tweaker", then "felon".Serving a 1 yr. sentence for posession of a controlled substance, having nothing to work on or play with, I began writing poems. Now I can't stop! It has become an emotional outlet for me and I feel the need to share them with others. I am new to writing, yet already feeling a passion for it. I hope anyone reading my poetry can get a glimpse of lifes beauty through my words.