A little bit about me:

I've been writing these poems for over 20 years. Edgar Allen Poe is hands down my favorite poet. I also love the story and imagery of Stephen King's Dark Tower epic.  I've been a pretty big fan of Nine Inch Nails since I was in middle school, even collecting the rare Halo releases.  So there's quite possibly influences from those 3, and more, in my writings.

I hold a few fancy pieces of paper in STEM with a career that's yielded little creativity due to its nature. I was cool with that, for a while.

I haven't written poetry since before 2010 until August 2023. I felt like I had a writer's block, no inspiration, or whatever. You'll probably notice my older works have little to no punctuation, and most or all words are in lowercase, including "I" and "I'm". That was by design back then. I had little self worth and that was reflected in my writing. Screw that noise.

God has shown me this year (2023) that I am fearfully and wonderfully made. He's also revealed to me some things that have given me hope in a life filled mostly with despair. I've gone nearly four decades without hearing God. Well, I technically still haven't, but His messages to me don't need an audible voice. How amazing it's been, knowing the Creator of everything took time to communicate with this screw up of a man.

Somehow, in all that, I've not only lost my writer's block, but I've now got a passion for poetry. So why should I stifle the world from my works? I'm not going to say these are Pulitzer Prize pieces; far from it. In fact, I think my work is mostly crap. But it's helped me and I've faced some dark stuff in my day. Maybe, just maybe, it'll help someone else.

Let's face it, no one is going to win the game of life. Ashes to ashes. But we can help each other in it. I hope these trite poems will help someone.

May God bless you,

M. D. Badder