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.

Tuesday, 13 May 2014

writing for sanity poem #4

i celebrated
both the ways
light
and darkness
touched his face.

Monday, 5 May 2014

writing for sanity poem #3

i am made of truth
that is fully clothed
in metaphor.
taking comfort
in my mask of lies.

i am a liar.

it is not that
i despise being true
it is just that
i feel vulnerable
being naked.