Wishing to project
What the eyes cannot,
My heart speaks
With uncertainty.
I understand that I am
subnormal
I get that I am
abnormal
and yet I know that I am
nothing but normal.
What to call myself
is still a point of
confusion.
I wrote this yesterday as an expression of how I feel right now.
I write fanfictions. Mostly it's Harry Potter, but I'm branching out of this fandom lately and writing some fanfics for games that I like playing.
That's typically where I go. You might just do a google search. I tend to stumble on them more than actually find large ff sites.
Hi to you all guys. I am into writing so much that sometimes feels my hand aching to touch the kb. i am so happy that so many of you have the same need. But for my grand (!) opening i would like to write to you just this:
It is what we read when we don't have to that determines who we are when we can't help it.
Oscar Wilde
It may not be mine but it means a lot to me.
Enjoy the words that are written.
Thanks, Eri!
I have a new poem for you all; I wrote it while stuck in a hotel lobby this weekend.
Divergence
A world where I am unfamiliar;
The world I am in--where
Unforgiving scents of exorbitant price
Project to the senses.
The illusions of grandeur behind
A glass face: refined unrefinement
And false etiquette.
My self, wearing the emblems of
Intelligence, feels submerged
Under trappings of Capitalism.
Under foot and urban sprawl--
The world I come from.