These are
words or things that are just floating around in my head as my day goes on,
full of silliness and i bet half of them don't make sense...lol!
candy
candy addiction
concentration
not with you at any level, phase or term
Cheese
poetically
imbalanced
just like Romeo and Juliet...it died at the end.
Reacting
ridiculously falling into pieces of
us
gracefully hot and disgustingly sexy
Words of a workaholic and works of a
wordsmith
Roller, walker, baller, rocker
as i watch the fall magnificent delirium
strawberry minute maid
I think
my poetry does, sometimes, come to me naturally to me.I tend to write my
thoughts rather fastidiously if i do say so myself. When i think of words to
describe what is going on in my ever so gorgeous mind of mine it just comes out
wonderfully articulated in a 'note-to-self' type of way, which some may think
its novel material...well.
i like
writing down my thoughts.it relaxes me and truly speaking(or writing),i think
I'm much smarter with my pen than my vocal cords. Not saying I’m a total wreck
at speaking ,just that i express myself better in writing and I’m more
comfortable in that space.
i love poetry,
it touches me.as a poet myself what i basically do, and sometimes unintentionally,
is muse over the past, give descriptive shout-outs to the present and imagine
the future with the flair that would give the Italians a run for their money,
through the beautiful artistic language of poetry.it enables me to be anyone i
want to be and be the best of that person.
i don’t
know how exactly i became a poet per-say, i mean i know when and how it came
about for me to write my first poem, which was a dare from a colleague of mine
in 2008.and that’s how i fell into this art of being able to articulate my real,
imaginery, relative and someone else's thoughts, expressions or experiences, in
a way i love.
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