I wonder which one of my muses' is my poetry muse..??

I always feel the same way before I simply KNOW that I must write poetry... the very breath I need to live seems to be taken from my lungs, as if to feed the words that the people around me say, and to nurture the words still needed to be said. My diaphragm goes all 'tingly', unwilling to take back that air, unwilling to kill the words still yet un-spoken...

... it sounds very ninja-ish.

I don't recall having a ninja muse, though one of them dresses up as a ninja, occasionally. Oh well, I'll figure that out later.

I spent time with my friends today. It all started out with making plans with Skittles (he was today's "special friend", to which I reminded him of several times when he started feeling lonely and left out... he's so emo sometimes. *rolls eyes*), and it turned into a 6 man adventure. There was even an injury - I twisted my ankle - and a sunken ship~!

God, I love Brentwood Village. So many memories.

After wards though, and this is the key part, Connor and I went to a Poetry Slam; it was the first one I had ever been to, and it was truly amazing. It set my poetic side afire, and so many of the people's words simply took my breathe away.

I felt as if feeding their words would complete my soul. And in a way, it did.

I just hope that I did it all justice, what with the few words I wrote tonight... but I got some old stuff up here, too. So that should count for something.

Right?

Right.

Joy Ginn,
~Shini