Biography of Brenda Arroyo
When I write, I clear my mind...
I do and say everything that I was afraid to accept while awake, in my Conscious self, surrounded by the world around me...
I guess my explaination of it doesn't make sense on account of, when I write, I am awake, in my Conscious self, and surrounded by the world around me...
But most of what I know and what I am doesn't make sense either...
That's what's beautiful about it all, I suppose...
I discover things as I go... even if explainations are down to a minimum...
I am a human that's being...
What more can I say?
Alot I guess.
But I'm just one of those people that has to be known through people to people interaction...
I will say this:
I like to smile... It's a lovely feeling.
Myspace me at:
Brenda Arroyo's Works:
I've had my poetry published numerous times but no books yet...
The farthest I've gone with books was for nanowrimo.
But given time- I'll have books out there.
Just wait and see.
- Love Like Stone
- Fade Away
- something to remember
- a seeming less heart
- tender pulse:
- Tomorrow dried in the hopes of reaching ...
- I am not a bird;
- Breathing Out
- Faithful Companion
- We're still in March
- Sometime in May,
- The stone beneath my skin melts,
- On my way out
a seeming less heart
I hear my thoughts scurry fast across the horizon...
I see how the sun rises but I can not retrace my mind.
For now, it seems that I have no words (not righteously, at least) .
Not even the least.
...The least to say, at all, how I truly feel...
Because time has overlapped inside my head and beneath my bones.
I can not even retrace my steps.
Where have I gone?