Writing

I am so scared to have anything I write on the internet. My biggest fear is that someone will take what I have written and replace my name with their own. It isn’t a matter of work or the the time it took to write that item. It’s more because everything I write has a piece of me and that piece of me is being used for literary prostitution if someone were to steal it. I would feel violated, ashamed, and embarassed that I bared my soul to the world and the world gave me the finger.

That said, I choose to push aside my anxieties. I want people to see what I have. I want people to experience my words and take that piece of my soul into them. That’s why I want to be published. I want to always be remembered. I may not be known as Casia after my death, but everything I write will be read by someone and then that person has a piece of me. If I’m lucky, that person will be inspired to create. But, even if they don’t, I have done something to be proud of.

And now, I’m going to try an experiment. I’m actually going to post some of my writing that isn’t blog or just the ramblings of a twenty-something. I am going to post my poetry.

I feel safe posting my poetry because 1. I don’t feel I’m that great of a poet. There are days that the poetry is amazing, but I’m not a poet by any stretch of the imagination. 2. I don’t plan on publishing my poetry. I may one day and those will be in a compilation if so. They would most likely be the poetry posted on here.

And so, on Tuesdays, there will be a poem posted. They may have been written years or days ago. It all depends on what poem strikes me as “the one”.