I am a humble person.
I talk a lot of smack, due to my hard-won confidence. However, deep down, I truly am a humble soul, who has to do these things [artistic things]. It has to get out of my head, or I will.....lose it. Big time...I generally don't comment on this, but I have no idea in fuck all where my poetry comes from. I just sit down and it comes pouring out of me like a steady stream of vomit. I rarely title a poem until after it is written, and I usually start with one phrase or one line in my head, and it builds form there. Not that complex a system for word smithing, and not that tremenously above the norm, in my opinion.
So it came as a pretty fantastic slap upside my noggin when I got a text from
, informing me that one of my poems
Autumn Is In My EyesYou can clearly watch the leaves of my youth
Shedding against the breasts of a world otherwise occupied
I'll not shy from this idea
I'll take my place in the circus and ride the merry-go-round
We somehow lost our way
Drifting against the currents day by day
There are tastes on the air that belie unbridled need
A need to be seen
A need to feed
A need to keen at a moon long since uncaring and ignoring us
Be still, my love
The winter calls us
Our hearts are surrounded in cool warning
Our souls are getting colder
I'll shelter you
My hands are more stubborn than the tides of time
I can hold back the worst of the coming winter storms
Trust in that
As I trust in you
We are but leaves, shedding in the twilight before the freeze
had received a DD.
I was pretty shocked by this information. I have written nearly 20 THOUSAND poems since I was eight years old. I looked up the piece, and read that it was suggested by
and was featured by
Thank you both for the opprtunity to have this great honor bestowed upon me.
I have been here on DA almost since the beginning. I left for a while and came back, and this has always been one of my secret thoughts: What it would feel like to attain a DD on one of my photos or a piece of my writing.
Now that it has hit, I am a little overwhelmed by it all.
Thank you, each and every one of you, who make my frustration as an artist rewarded in a moment like this...
P.S. - I was sitting here last night, writing this post, and the internet went DEAD, right as I hit the 'Submit Journal' button. I had a much better worded version of this, back then. Unfortunately, I was unable to retrieve that post. So, this is a rewrite.