So...this is my first time blogging. I guess this is like an online diary that everyone can read?

ok...I can deal with that.

I'll start by saying:

Some people call me a poet.

Am I, or do I simply put my thoughts to rhythm? If my thoughts already flow fluidly through my mind, is it poetry, or am I simply speaking?

I suppose I will use this space write about things that won't seem to work in stanza form.

My personal vent...I hope there's enough room to breathe.

You will get to see the depths of my mind, both literally and metaphorically. It's a never ending cavern of thoughts that I wish I had the speed of Sonic the Hedgehog to get out, but as quickly as they appear, they vanish...

...and all I'm left with is emotions with no homes; they've been kicked out by my thoughts. Yes, my thoughts can be so cruel sometimes:)

But I love me, anyway, as I know you will, too. Tell your neighbor. Unless he/she's creepy; I'll then deny everything.

Stay tuned for more randome thoughts. I promise you won't be bored.

And, oh yeah. Those people who say I am a poet? They are only half true.

I am also: a woman, sister, friend, former lover, student, employee, wierdo, loner, lover, giver. I know I said half, then listed a number of things; this is because poetry is a big part of who I am; everything else is sidenotes. SO...

Yes I am a poet, among other things. Follow me, and you'll learn more! One love.

~*Love, Peace, and Pen*~