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  • Writer: badsunrising
    badsunrising
  • Jan 15, 2016
  • 2 min read

I haven't always been able to speak my mind or think in the moment, but I could always right my thoughts down. While I often take long pauses in my speech, become tongue-tied or forget the most common words or that speech that practiced for hours, I write well and strongly. Or I would if I ever felt that anything I wrote was ever completed.

The problem is, even if I do write strongly, sometimes I needed to turn to fantasy to interpret what I was feeling in reality. As such, all the stories and poems posted mean something to me. Even the stories with ridiculous plots and poems that sound like they belong in a fourteen-year-old's diary, there is something in all of them that relate to my own experiences and the characters all relate to me in one way or another. Some of them are who I perceive myself to be, and others are who I wish I was. I'm sure some represent people that I know, but any resemblance in behavior or physical description is unintentional. Although I never feel that anything I've written is completely done, if you read what I have written and relate to it in some way, then I will consider it a success.

My poems are generally beladen with illusions to Classical mythology, due to an unfortuntae choice of, but completely unregrettable undergraduate major. Often, I invoke imagery of sunlight, shadows, breath and water. To me, these are often tied to feelings of powerlessness, innocence, suffocation, mortality and drowning. Not that I have a flair for the macabre, but the main source of inspiration in writing these poems is to deal with subjects I have a hard time dealing with in the 'real' world.

I'm told that I've always been imaginative and that I've been writing fairy tales as long as I could pick up a crayon. I can't corroborate those tales, but I'm sure they're true. When I was younger, I could slip into completely different worlds, but I needed those fictional worlds to understand and process my reality. While I've had a pretty great life, there were moments of horrible bullying and extreme loneliness, among other things, and since I'm not the greatest at speaking in the moment, I needed some other way to think these situations through. I hope these writings can mean to you what they've meant to me over the years.


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