tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128234102011-04-22T00:06:42.795+02:00Little Pieces of Alice - Large Chunks of AnythingAlice Andrewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07884520691711283806noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12823410.post-1128006685023598202005-09-28T17:07:00.000+02:002005-09-29T17:30:50.826+02:00<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">or</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">why you shouldn't try to write an instant</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">"all about me" poem</span><br />because that's what you get:<br /><br />Yes, that's me<br />Look and you'll see<br /><br />My hair a wavy dark mass<br />My eyes sparkling and blue<br />My hands like to caress<br />My arms reaching for you<br /><br />At times I can't resist to be lazy<br />My heart 's on my sleeve<br />My friends call me crazy<br />Now I'll try to be brief<br /><br />I live in a world of my own<br />I dream of a better me<br />I hope I'll not end up alone<br /><br />It's all clear as can be<br />That's positively, absolutely me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12823410-112800668502359820?l=alice-andrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alice Andrewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07884520691711283806noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12823410.post-1127999826660195972005-09-26T15:13:00.000+02:002005-09-29T18:21:46.940+02:00<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">or</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">why I write</span><br /><br />because I want to.<br />because I love to.<br />because I have to.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Maybe I suffer from the disease that haunts all those poor individuals who consider themselves to be different.<br />Maybe I just lack someone to talk to.<br />Maybe I make up too many things in my head and there's not enough room for all of them.<br />Or maybe, and that's the explanation I personally tend to, there is no explanation.<br />I'm just the way I am and writing is simply a part of me.<br /><br />I blame it on my fascination with words - or rather - my obsession with words. From an early age on I've always lived in my own world made of words. I am constantly writing the story of my life. Everything that ever happens to me is immediately commented by a tiny little voice in my head that is very insistent and therefore hard to ignore. I refuse to think of it as my own voice because it's kind of venomous and I'm a bit touchy when it comes to regarding myself as a malicious person.<br />There is, however something about it I wouldn't want to miss: It adds an alternative view to everything I see. As the real world is translated into the world of words I am able to interpret it a little bit easier and - hopefully - more accurately.<br />So that's where my affection for stories and story telling is rooted. Since I'm continually told lots of stories I just thought I'd share some of them.<br /><br />So there, that's why I write.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12823410-112799982666019597?l=alice-andrews.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alice Andrewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07884520691711283806noreply@blogger.com3