Jaded

I'm simply unexplainable...and still trying to find my way in this realm called "life". I wouldn't really consider myself a writer, I just tend to throw s**t together. Most if not all of what I write is a "feeling" that aches in the most deepest corners of my heart & soul, rooted deep from within. It's a "closet passion" I recently discovered that helps me release emotions. It's quite an experience. I sit on my bed with my laptop and type with my eyes closed. Words begin to flow like water, even if they don't really make any sense, so fluid as tears. It's funny, I actually cry sometimes when I write. It's truly a spiritual experience that helps me ease whatever pain I'm feeling. An out pouring of everything I hold inside.

Aside from all of this internal "stuff", I'm quite the opposite of what you read. I'm really not all that alone, or crazy, or in love, or...it's what I dream about, it's what I feel about, it's what I write about. What you see here is the internal portrait I paint of my heart. Sometimes it's radiant, sometimes its dark.

~Brisa~



Please don't hold techniques or structure against me...writing poetic melodies is just what I do sometimes to escape. It's not perfect.