While working in the inner-city of Harlem, NY I kept a blog about the life lessons I learned. Some days I was far too idealistic, while others I was picking myself up out of the gutter. But in the end I'm grateful for it all.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
i write. i wouldn't say that i am a writer. i think that would mean i think i'm good at writting. and i wouldn't go that far. and how can you say that you are a good writer. it seems like each person would have a different view of my words. one person might like it. while another might think everything i write is cliche. so i am just going to say that i write. not stories or novels. but songs. and i guess without you hearing the melody, maybe my songs would be called poems. but i also am weary of saying that i write poems. so you can just take what i write and catagorize it yourself. but this blog is going to be just my writtings. they are never my final drafts. (nothing is ever final). but they are all songs in process. feel free to comment on what you think of phrasing or ideas you have. often i might write a verse or a chorus and be lost for the rest of the song. in turn, the more the comments the better.
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