LAUGH TO ERASE THE DIRT ON YOUR MIND

I write my own future;
I’m no novelist’s creation.
I control all the outcomes,
in my exclusive narration.

Too long have I been love stained,
needing to be pure once more.
Who knows how many opportunities
were left waiting by the door.

I had failed as a writer,
but now I’m back for revenge.
My pen knows what’s best,
pushing sadness off a ledge.

No longer will I be
a damsel in distress,
but now a fair maiden
putting suitors to the test.

I write my own future;
I’m no novelist’s conspiracy.
From now on my outcomes
will consist only of prosperity.

Check out more of my poetry here.

So I have been wanting to do this for awhile, but I’m not exactly equipped with the best recording equipment, so I’ve just kinda been waiting for an opportunity. Turns out, in the hall my friend lives in there’s a guy who sings and plays guitar and his roommate has recording equipment! I am gonna meet them tomorrow probably to sing for her friend (for possible collaborations) and prove to her other friend that he can trust me with his stuff, aha.

Hopefully this all works out! :)