I am an artist.
But not in the way most people think.
I'm not a singer or a song writer,
I can't draw or paint,
And I'm not a Carpenter, a woodworker, or a sculptor.
I'm not a composer and I can't play any instruments.
I can't work with metal or pottery or porcelain..
And I'm not a glass maker.. I can't crochet or knit..
I've never tried paper mache or macrame.
And I know a little about cooking,
but not enough to be called a chef..
Although I've been told that I can bake,
I can't decorate a cookies or cakes.
I'm a writer, and a poet.
I create endless worlds in my mind..
I use words to describe everything in detail.
And I create poems that seep into your soul.
I'm not good at talking, so I write.
I write what I can't speak aloud..
My emotions are etched in evey word of my poems and stories.. barely hidden behind finely crafted phrases.
I might not be an artist, but I can create a masterpiece.
YOU ARE READING
The Hidden Darkness
ŞiirI honestly don't know what to put here.. I decided to write a book, and so I wrote these poems. I know that they aren't very good, but at least I tried.. right?? 😅😅😅
