Aug 09, 2008 16:21
It's been such a long time since I've thought in terms of journaling. I've been thinking of poetry and drama and life and peace, but none if it falls under the category of "Safe to Share."
I moved out of my house recently because I felt the need to run away and live a life I wanted to live. I'm much happier. That is all.
I've been trying to improve my poetry because I want to attend the writing institute in Iowa City. I'm told by some that they think it's good enough to get me admitted but whenever I read over my old stuff I see how much work it really needs, how much criticism it needs to go through. I like having my stuff applauded but I also think it's important to have my work cut down and despised because only then can I know what it can stand to go through. I can find out just how strong it and I are. My writing is officially as much a part of me as my arm or my leg or my hair. It is me. There is no longer a difference between "I'm Maggie and I write" and "I'm Maggie." The next poem I write is in honor of a friend of mine who has recently been initiated into Reiki and the only words I know for sure that will be in it are; I will play music into your eyes and you will weep keys." I know this sounds a little ridiculous but that would be because it is. That is an actual quote that this friend of mine said while he and I and another friend of ours were playing Zelda. I thought it was spontaneously beautiful and intelligent and funny as hell. My mind is distracted from following full trains of thought as opposed to simple fragments that I'm now used to thinking in. C'est la vie.