me life in musings

the only way i think of myself as a writer is that i write. sometimes for money, sometimes for sanity's sake, sometimes for the sake of just writing. nothing special. nothing that's never been done before. this is my attempt at expressing myself. i tested introvert on a personality answer sheet that i took some years ago. so here i am trying to express since singing or dancing are clearly off the table. i still dance and sing, not always in private as my loving mother had hoped.

Wednesday, 11 December 2013

writing for sanity poem #2

i watched him as he drank in his demons. and i saw myself learning to pour. some more. the day i learned to be cruel, is the day i fell in love with a tortured soul

written September 9th, 2013, probably

writing for sanity poem #1

the sky has long fascinated me

my fondest memory

of those i hold close is painted golden.

the moments when i looked within,

in gray.

i'm happiest in the summer.

peaceful when a thunder breaks the gloom.

this is how i've always been.

i obeyed the sun, but i loved the rain.

written September 9th, 2013, probably