Beware of artists

Wow! It's been two months since my last blog post. This isn't to say I haven't thought about posting. In fact, I've had a few things I've wanted to write and share. Alas, I have a case of pseudo-ADD so getting me to actually sit down and write these elaborate blog posts I think up in my head is actually a daunting task. I'd much rather be in my head.

So anyway, this will be a short post. I've been writing a lot more since being here. I think mostly because I actually have time to do it. As hard as it is to pull myself away from the books I get so lost in, writing is as much as a necessity for me as it is a freedom. I'm not going to say I'm exactly good at it. In fact, I am very insecure about the things I write which is why I rarely ever share it. Recently, I read this post on Facebook about ways to be happy. One of the things was to open up and let people in. I struggle with this because I am such a private person without even realizing it. I often wonder why it seems my closest friends and family don't know me that well and I realized it's because I don't let them. This is not on purpose, it's just that most of the time I am so wrapped up in my head I forget about the people outside of my world. They want to know me too. Sometimes, I feel like Einstein, not the genius part, but the recluse who was so wrapped up in his mind that he let his hair go wild. Let it be known that Einstein was a Pisces and an introvert so we have that in common. Anyway, in an attempt to share more, I've written this poem about writing. Currently, I am working on a few short stories and putting together a book with a collection of poems I've written in the last 5 years. I might share a few in this blog, so stay tuned :) Meanwhile, I've shared a poem below.

Be wary of artists    By:RRK

Beware of artists

For

Every artists is a little grumpy

Writers are no exception

All those words bursting in your mind

Writhing restless and begging

To be released from the prison they’ve been confined

Words waiting to be expressed and understood

Waiting  for a chance to warm hearts and be cruel

Writing is not a hobby, but a purging of the soul

It is the only way to be whole when drowning in words that demand to be heard

And words can do such wonders for the mending of a soul

For the body that is out of a body and lives in a dream

In a world where imagination is reality and dreams are key

And these words would not have meaning if not for the artists sacrifice

So when you read a book or a poem have sympathy for the authors’ plight

And do please admire the fight to put words on a page

That shed light

On the thoughts in your head that don’t seem right

But when put on a page give you sight

And nothing is like writing when words won’t be denied

Because when it’s all done

And you’ve got it all out

The mind is clear

The heart is settled

It’s as if you’ve cried

Be wary of artist, they test the soul

Be wary of writers and words that won’t be denied.