Today I realized that sometimes, when I take a shower and my fallen hair makes little patterns on the walls, I imagine they’re pictures of people and make up poems in my head. I get most of my inspiration from that. I got The Fallen Star from that. Even the last part where it says
Then she tumbles down finally and is seen no more
…I got that when I washed the hair off the wall and it really looked like she tumbled head first towards the floor. I’m weird, I know.
Expect more Sasha’s Confessions coming soon.
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August 4, 2009 at 1:45 am
fullsun
Hi Sasha,
I was checking out your blogs and I like your dedication.
I don’t know if you realize this or not but I wanted to tell you that this confessions post is poetry.
The images are clear and the meaning is more than the words, but most importantly, I believe you. Honesty is so important in poetry.
Keep it up.
Come check me out at fullsun.wordpress.com
Michael
August 6, 2009 at 6:55 pm
Sasha
Michael – thank you so much. I really appreciate it when people who just happen to come across my blog leave me comments and tell me what they think.
August 13, 2009 at 1:22 pm
fullsun
No problem. I’m really digging your stuff.