When I wrote my first poem, I remember you laughed, told me writing’s a hobby, but never a craft. I continued to write, any time I was able. Now that hobby of mine, puts our food on the table.
I’ve not posted for a while, mainly because I’m rubbish. But I’m trying to get back into a regular rhythm. Anyway, here’s a poem. I am a people pleaser. People pleasing is my game. If you knew the lengths I go to, then I doubt you’d do the same. If you think my people pleasing, […]
Do I write to kill time? Do I write to praise art? Do I write with a keyboard? Do I write with my heart? Do I write to say things otherwise left unsaid? Do I write to clear debris that clutter my head? Do I write to feel right? Do I write to feel wrong? […]
