Ink

Along with being an incredibly witty writer (and humble too) I do write a smidge of poetry, so here is a piece that I've written that I'd like to share and complete that hippy-dippy beatnik persona.

I’m asking you, dear friends, to think

About a situation where

All of our emotions were ink.

What if with every thought that passes

The well is filled

And the quill scratches

Our brain, our heart

Printing into them the words

That we dare not part

From for if we did what would we have then,

But some ink,

And a pen

What of our tears, would they too

Blot out the hurt

Just as a pen would mark through

Words from our mouths leave a stain on our lips

As they also pass by

And ever so slowly drip

Drip,

Drip,

Drip

Down onto the cold stone floor,

Left to pool there

As they once did before

What if, dear friend, you lent an ear

Would that perchance

Help to save a tear

From dying the world a color of strife.

So listen dear friends

And you might just save a life.

A little introduction...

With every good story, there is a beginning and with every good beginning there is a person, the narrator of the story. I happen to be that narrator. However, my story so far is not very good. It's not even a story really, more like a pre meditated thought. That's what this blog is for. I want to document what my own thoughts are and what I believe. Not what I should believe, not what I'm told to think about things, but what I want. I'm sure you're probably rolling your eyes, categorizing me as a soul searching, peace loving, latte drinking, glasses wearing, hippy-dippy beatnik. Well let me just say something to those of you who think this. It's because of this kind of categorizing that I'm even writing this blog. I am not a CD nor am I a book; I have no specific genre. I am a human being; I am a soul breaking free from the mold that society has cast for my life in search of what GOD has planned for me, and that is nothing to roll your eyes at.

As for who I am in general, I guess you could call me a generally happy girl. I have a terrific family and wonderful friends. I am by no means implying by my previous statements that I consider myself less fortunate and in need of your sympathy and attention, quite the contrary. I believe that I am blessed beyond what I deserve, but I also know that I do little to show my appreciation for those blessings. On the other hand, I am in no way saying that I was born with silver spoon in hand (or with a cat in the cradle for you music fans out there), everything that I have achieved has been earned through blood, sweat, tears, and many, many sleepless nights (Two words. AP classes). But even the most blessed person still has problems and questions that demand answers. So this is me in search of, well, me. Answering questions and voicing opinions on day-to-day issues in the current world we live in.