I Am My Own God

Heya, the name’s Koshka and this is me.

I don’t know what kind of platform this is or what I’m doing here yet, but I’m going to use it to put my work out there.

I am a young creator from Canada. I use the word creator and not artist because the term artist isn’t very “me,” per say. I make things—I sculpt, draw, paint, sew and write poetry. I want to meet people and experience as much as I can in this life. A big part of that is skiing, I love to ski. I’ll be a ski coach this coming winter and I’m just over-the-moon exited about it. I get to teach what I love, and hopefully pass that passion on to others as well. Another thing I’m passionate about is Astrology. Astrology and the cosmos have always fascinated me. I do research in my spare time and I’ve gotten the hang of it, but I’m still learning tons about the placement of planets and stars. I’m a crazy cat lady, and I’m a little all over the place, scattered, eccentric, up and down. But such is life I guess, right?

Also, quick note here, I’m using a pen name because I don’t want to be tied back by my identity. Not that it’s not there, just I feel safer that way.

I’ll probably post a poem with every story I write. I’ll start to, anyways— consistency is not my strongest quality.

Okay. Here it goes:

I Am My Own God

I am my own god.

I am the creator of my own destiny.

When I run off into the night with nothing but a notebook and a pencil

DON’T YOU DARE STOP ME.

I want to be nothing.

I want to create.

I want to melt into the earth and pull up everything I am once again

Whole

I just want to go

And go and go and go and go and go

This world is only big if you measure between towns.

With dirty fingernails

With knotted hair

Tired eyes.

I’ll find what I’ve got to do.

Where I’ve got to go.

I’ll freeze.

I’ll starve.

But hey, I was headed that way anyways.