Chauncey

'Allo! I'm ridiculously lazy. So if I put something up and haven't updated it in a loooooong time, feel free to bug me. 

"Why I write" a poem by me

Why do I love writing?
It's like asking a bee why it loves honey
It's like dew on morning leaves
It's like flowers on a tree

Why do I keep on writing?
It's like a car that keeps on running
It's like a bird that keeps on flying
It's like a child that keeps on dreaming

My hands shall keep moving
Ink shall keep on flowing
Words shall keep on writing
My feelings keep on pouring

Pages upon pages
Books upon books
Shelves upon shelves
My life library, I fill

Why do I keep on writing
Even if the world lambastes me?
Why does my hand keep moving
Even if the ink has stopped flowing?

I sigh

Such things need no complicated explanation
Such things need no further elaboration
Such things are elementary
My dear darling reader

I am a writer, therefore I write

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I am a writer. I may not be the greatest writer, not the most popular writer, nor the most prolific writer. But I am a writer. No matter what, I will write. Lambaste me, criticize me, flame or adore me, I will still write.

I will write when I am happy, I will write when I am sad. I write when I am inspired, and will continue to do so even if I am not. 

So if you chance upon my profile and want me to read your stories, please simply drop a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I notice I have a message. 

Cheers!

(For those of you who probably know me personally, this isn't me!)