To begin to explain the method of my madness would be like me teaching rocket science. It’s not going to be done right. I couldn’t say that it would be impossible because while I don’t have a degree in Rocket Science, I would be able to talk to you about rockets. They are large, wild, complex, dangerous, intriguing, foreign, and something you won’t likely ride or be able to experience. Like the method to my madness.
I love writing poetry and reading it. My whole family has at least some form of literature appreciation, poetry being among them in some form. It is a part of my life that I knew I wouldn’t be able to escape so I figured, to hell with it, let me start writing. I have been writing since I was a little girl and I am well versed in the fact of how terrible I was at a young age .So when reading this, if you begin to question my logic or childish thought process, just know that these poems are not organized in any fancy or specific way chronologically. I just kinda opened my book and decided, well, I might as well type these up and put them into a Google Doc because, I’m going to lose this book one day and Google is already taking over the world; might as well jump in on this action. To point out the difference in age as we go along here you might start to notice that my work goes from poetry to essay/spoken word speeches because the angry little girl turned into the passionate teen.
And so, my logic varies from 10 year old gitty, to depressed 7 ½, to conflicted 15 faster than the weather could even imagine. I apologies in advance for further confusing. Henceforth, let us commence upon what goes on in Moon Willow’s brain…..
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Moon Willows Tantrums
PoetryPeople know me as someone who speaks. They have never heard my poetry. Because that is where I scream.
