I have been revisiting my writing over the years. Last night I realized my greatest creations came from a place of wonder in safety. I have lost that over the years. My writing became more forced and less raw. In high school my biggest worries were acceptance, school work, pier/familial/societal/religious pressure. Now, I have all that underlying the need to provide for my family in all areas. Here is to raw creations! May I find that place again! I know you are curious as to what is inside of that little scratch book. I will give you a sample from something I wrote during math or something in 1995.
DAYDREAM
It's 3'o'clock in the afternoon,
I'm hot, I'm tired, I'm in a raunchy mood.
This day's gone by so slow it seems.
I think of chocolate, strawberries & cream.
We live to learn that's what they say,
To be someone, somewhere, someday.
The teacher speaks in his own language,
And tries to find these numbers' average.
I'm tired of it all!
What can i do?
I guess it's odd,
but I daydream of you!
...
So much potential! I did edit it a little better in college and added music to it. That may be another post.
No comments:
Post a Comment