musings

I've done a lot of writing lately, though not on my blog.  It helps me relax and unwind, escape when I need to, channel my emotions into something else when they are too many or too big for me to get a grip on in this world.  Writing takes me to new places and helps me gain perspective.  If you don't write, I highly recommend it.  It can be very therapeutic.  And I find that a lot of self-discovery happens when pen is put to paper... or fingers to keyboard, whatever you may choose.

Life is a highway... write about it.

Recently, I've been working on my WIP (the novel that still isn't finished), and on revamping a short story I wrote a few years ago (with the intent to submit it for publication), and on a new short story (which is turning into a much more in depth story... I should know better, I am very wordy) and poetry.

I love poetry.  It's a way (for me) to use imagery to express my emotions.  Sometimes my poetry can be quite dark and creepy, and sometimes it's playful and fun.  I like to be able to go back and re-read my poetry and think about where I was in life at the time.  What was going on that produced those emotions for me.  It's a nice outlet.  I don't know that I am a particularly great poet, but I like it :)

I thought I'd share a few poems I've recently written.  I hope you enjoy them... if not as much as I enjoyed writing them... well then, keep it to yourself :)  jk... mostly.



Us
Heart to heart,
Mind to mind,
To kiss and be kissed
Lover of mine.
Two souls, one dream;
Two hearts, a seam
Knit together, sown as one.
Me and thee and eternity;
You and me, our love has won.


Adam
The outlander, the stranger,
The awakening East of Eden.


Eve
The sinner, the saint,
The follower without complaint.
The origin, the end,
The first companion, mother, friend.
The breath of life,
The listener to the snake that bites.
The leader, the brave,
The worthy sacrifice she freely gave.
The author of a new world order.


True of False
The sky is black,
The water thick,
People usually lie and trick.
The grass is blue,
The snow is green,
To be successful one must be mean.
The mountains is short,
The mouse is tall,
I am insignificant and small.
Trees grow down and carrots climb up,
Always half-empty is my cup.
The truth is never what it seems
and subtle is the lie.
I am worth more than my weight in gold;
A quiet truth, despite fallacious screams.


Anew
blooming flowers, blue and white
new stars that twinkle in the night
ruptured eggs and newfound cries
fresh-from-chrysalis butterflies
taking flight 'round fragrant flowers
floating past the stars for hours
crawling, climbing, stumbling run
exploring the globe has now begun
for each young creature of the spring
joy in each moment may it bring