My Poetic Bronx Tale

I remember the first poem I ever wrote, it was so dark and gloomy, typical adolescent thoughts of a lost teenager. My thoughts turned into daily journal entries, I never knew what I was writing would someone how be conveyed in such harmonic tones of dull gratitude. I started to dive into my book of confessions if you will and document all the pain, all the sorrow that I could until I could not bare to anymore. I never let anyone into my world of free verse poetry I felt my friends wouldn't understand such thoughts, in other words I was too afraid I would be considered soft or a sissy! Free verse poetry wrote about everything and anything that surrounded me and my life at that time, I would sit in my bathroom and write and write, sometimes at the kitchen table while distant vibrations of my father's timeless music played in my head. Teenage years are never the best times, emotionally because you are still figuring yourself out, life has not happened yet for you and mistakes are like toilet tissues. The reason I write is to channel my fears, channel my feelings, channel my emotions, on the cusp of my integrity that I leave on every poem I have ever written, I always think back to "My Thoughts" the title I wrote on my composition book. My Poetic Bronx Tale, the title serves as an ode to the place I call home, and where all my thoughts derived from. People sometimes believe to place on paper is as simple as putting a pen to a paper and release, if it were only that simple, thoughts takes time to ruffle; such exercise comprises life's only teacher, experience and patience. I hope this collection of thoughts ignites those who live in dim circumstances. Poetry is part of me-has been and forever will be!