Alien Lady, 28

  I have the great audacity to think I have an inch of writing talent within the walls of this strange person. So, from time to time I dabble with recording myself reciting said writings in the form of poetry. Being an introvert, I really don't go around asking people to read it or watch. Which, honestly, is kind of stupid considering the fact that a little exposure would probably do me a world of good. (It also opens the door to critique, trolls, and that one snooty poet who thinks they know everything, but...ehhh....)

  There's also that burning wall of frustration and irritation when you get...well...no feedback. That sucks. Kind of like the way my poor little dustbowl of a blog gets no commentary, unless someone has actually read all the words in a post. So, in usual form, I just clam up and keep posting. If someone finds me witty, funny, or interesting, maybe they'll let me know. Maybe they'll share with other people.

  People make careers from writing talent. It would be nice if I could do the work and follow suit. However, the deeper desire is to reach people going through stuff. Or, at least inspire someone. ANYONE. Hellooooo? Anyway, I finally got around to posting a video version of the poem I recited at the SGI meeting. It's on my YouTube channel, Peridot Lyrics. That channel is hardly used, but is the home of my poetry I decide to post in non-text form.

  So, here it is.




  I kinda blame all those kiddie shows for telling us we're special, lol. How many other people with greater talent are doing the same thing? I know, I know, lady take a number. What else can I do until...stuff happens? Take a number, keep promoting myself like I'm just as awesome, and try not to get a big head in the process. Try not to be entitled like the world has to hear my message.

  Artists often get the short end of the stick. Well, some artists. Dang it. I love what I do and I've tried to stop writing before. I let the frustration get to me. Then, I came running back to writing like a long-lost lover. I can't think about what won't happen, although that's a reality I may have to face. I kinda had to face that with my lil poetry book I tried to publish.

Sigh.

Life goes on.

(Digging deeper to make changes. When does a lady hit the gold? Diamonds?)