I just wanted to say a few things before you read those neurotic words of mine. This is my first time. My first collection of poems.
My first time putting together archives of mine. I don’t have any ambition with this collection of poems and to be honest I have a hard time calling it this way.
This is an archives. A gallery of words illustrating a certain period in time. Those poems were never made to be seen or collected. They were for me but now, now they are yours. Yours fully and completely. I give them to you. I have come to believe they were never truly mine.
The poems no longer hold the same power-relief it used to, but maybe they will for you. The words were there when no one else was. They were there to process and to communicate. Maybe they will do the same for you. And this is my only certain hope.
Now please, open your heart. Feel, enjoy, hate, love, throw up, have fun, stop reading, takes some notes, draw on the pages, ask yourself, imagine and think back. Be true to yourself.