Grew up on the otherside of perfect. Raised from addiction and poverty. From combat to churches and from prayers to pipes I always maintained my sense of morals. Patriot within his own mind who spent his senior year of high school fighting for a false sense of freedom. It's ironic to me how unless I agree to be controlled and follow rules made from another man's morals, then I'm doomed to the same fate but called by two seperate names, depending what side of the opposition you stand on. It doesn't matter to me what they call me, I've probably been called worse by better. Either way, I live by only one law and that law is freedom. If I am not hurting another human being in anyway, then I am in no way breaking any law of life. Ill fight for everyone's right to freedom if it doesn't oppose others. They used to call me a soldier for that. Times have changed but I have not. My guilt from war hasn't gotten any lighter, but my title still changed to an outlaw or a freedom fighter. M Edward Post Traumatic Poetry
I'm lonely, even when I'm surrounded by people. I always get the impression that I don't fit in. I'm not crazy or anything. I don't cut myself, or torture cats. I just don't know what I'm doing with life at the moment. I haven't had any direction since university, and I thought I'd create a profile here and share some of my writing with you. Thanks for taking the time out to read this.
I am a young poet with hopes n dreams like any other in the future ..I write poems to destress and describe many people's lives and feelings ... I write with passion and I write with heart , I write to express and I write to the hearts of others who are able to relate to heartaches and happiness. .. I have moved around south Africa to find hope where there is hopeless and still recovering from many pain and sufferings