Exposing Myself

Writing is who I am.  Part of my essence is to express myself on paper. Appropriate or not, my pen flows, scribbles, scratches, claws out my emotions. Refined or raw, images from my overhead projector, reach out to others. I need to share myself. I need to be known, perhaps understood. Possibly even validated or accepted, if I can get that lucky.

I have four leafed clovers pressed between various pages of various volumes, as if I didn't know they have been genetically engineered now, and you can purchase a whole packet of seeds to grow a window box or field of them, should you desire. It is the writer in me, the dreamer, who cherishes these single clovers, found as genuine life forms that have veered from their seemingly predestined paths to aspire toward miracles and magic.

With my pen, or my keyboard, ink, or charcoal or what bits and methods I can find (eye liner) I will reach for a greater destiny, a miracle or some magic of my own.

 

Bananafone Bananafone
46-50, F
6 Responses Feb 20, 2009

Wait. He isn't?!

no I'm just weird.

OK THIS COULD BE THE FIRST SIGNS OF SYPHILIUS THIS IS A VENERIAL DISEASE THAT LIES DORMANT FOR YEARS THEN ATTACKS THE BRAIN...THE VERY FIRST SIGNS ARE DRAWING WITH INK ON ONES SELF ....HOWEVER IF YOU HAD SAID BLOOD THAT WOULD JUST MEAN YOUR AN OLD GOTH AT HEART AND THERE IS NO KNOW CURE FOR THAT ....LUCKILY SYPHILIUS CAN BE CURED WITH A GOOD DOSE OF SOME THING MEDICAL SEE YOUR LOCAL WET NURSE

ink. I draw on myself in ink.

often.

DO YOU EVER DODDLE ON YOUR SELF SAY YOU HAD NO PAPER LET THE MOMENT MOVE YOUR BOHEMIAN SPIRIT TO DRAW ON A KNEE.. SAY?