My creativity is skyrocketed when I'm in the flow of some mood-enhancing music, like Fiona Apple, Azure Ray, Tori Amos, Portishead, Sleepy Sun, Emiliana Torrini, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Gillian Welch, Radiohead, Lo-Fi and... a plethora more!
I've been a writer since I was 10 years old, and from just as young an age, been bleeding out onto empty pages from the ol’ semicolon. I have a weak spine; a sensitive soul...
Prose and poetry have been my only means of at-times capturing and at other times escaping from my emotions about my place in the world.
Poetic messages flow from me as I try to understand the confusing hell that I live in. I long for my voice be heard, but for what desire?
A bit perplexed by such predicament- shoving years of oligarchical oppression deep into the depths of my subpsyche; the clouds shrouding my heart withhold their tears.
And I find I have little control, when the words decide to spill from ink to scroll...
Truth speaks without me; I lay my ego down here.