Combustible Fruit

The majority of this work was originally mashed down before, during and quite a bit after 2008 and, although at the time I thought I was very much getting the hang of writing, upon reading these, it turns out I was not...not in the way I like writing now; which is probably just the same as it was I think.
So, I have had a crack at developing these a bit further, splitting some up and turning stanzas into full pieces with slightly more relevance to really nothing at all, but entirely relevant at the same time...some I have left in their original form as I liked them just the way they were as I can remember writing them which made me smile.
The results are that they may actually be worse now...in a "proper" poetic sense anyway, as they all more or less read like they've been taken from a madman's diary and then bastardised into further gibberish.
I guess that's not that far from the truth.
The main thing I wanted to put in this note, as it's now 2023 and I want to have a properly established record of my thoughts as they stand just now, is that I fully understand that this collection of words, that has been spilt from my mind each day over the years in a very cathartic manner, isn't exactly the output I thought I would be happy with as the aim should always be to release your best work (or so "they" say anyway).

For me though, going through all these again, I realised two things...firstly, this was my best work at the time, and secondly, what I truly enjoy is the act of creating. That is the main goal. That is what makes me feel good about myself and helps me keep going, and if there isn't a genre that covers this, then there should be...and it should be called Catharticism; basically, the act of creating is the main goal rather than the output (which of course I still want to be as good as I can make it...but it's not my main drive).