My poetry
is a little dark;
Because
I like to illuminate my shadows
instead of
carrying them
with me.
My poetry
is a little dark;
Because
I like to illuminate my shadows
instead of
carrying them
with me.
How much I take in
from just observing
the people and things around me…
But often more than never
the beautiful act
of being watchful
shows me ugly truths
about others.
And…
Every now and then,
I question my own vision.
Other people’s writings
are better than mine;
Yes, it’s true.
Undeniably better –
still I write,
not in hopes I’ll ever be similar,
Only because
my self-expression
is a primary lifeline –
Buoy in the mercurial seas
of uncertain chaos.
All our perception of Bad really is
is just
Good,
misunderstood.
I was once a totally different person
In an entirely different place
than this.
Once,
when I was…
Ignorant.
In the background,
Sadรฉ is crying everyone’s tears
and me, I just…
feel everyone’s feelings,
a wandering antenna
picking up the static
hidden behind waves –
not meant for shore;
Life is no beach.
Lapping in endless marathons
around frequencies unseen,
a maypole dance
of uncharged energy
for which I’m the conduit –
Like the crossed signals
of a broken remote;
sometimes,
I struggle to change the channels.
Enjoyable Information. Focused or Not.
Find new stuff
Life, love and destiny.
Aspiring to be the best at writing. Poetry lover, haiku and free verse to be precise, I hope to one day master
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Absent-minded musings