you want me to seal these lips from the world;
so you can rise from my silence
you call me weak
so you can stand tall on false righteousness.
I will bot be tamed to be the woman you enslave with your pious approval
beauty isn’t something foreign to my repertoire
You just shamed me into painting it ulgy
At any given moment, we could die.
There could be an accident, a crash, the whole word could explode.
The worst part would not be dying
it would be
dying with the regret and saying
“I wish I did that…”
Live your life to the fullest!
Poetry is putting a diaphanous veil over something unappealing, speaking regarding it just subdued enough to put into oblivion how abraded and festering and suppurate the wound is.
It’s a language of emphasizing inspiration, subjectivity – of Romanticism and painless augury, full of fanatical sentimentalism and compelling twists of the tongue.
Metaphors are hazardous travesty, using a sort of transfiguration to turn wordless sentiment into imaginable circumstances.
The way the anguish rios through yoyr body and flusters your every bones compelling you to envision misery as it pull you down to great depths and choking breaths.
The truth is, poetry is a deceiver, a fibber, an equivocator. Never fall for its exquisitely crafted stanzas causing slips into the dense fog of nostalgia.
Let me tell you a secret.
It doesn’t matter how bad you think you are at something. There’s always going to be someone who loves what you create. In the same breath, it doesn’t matter how good you think you at something.
There’s always going to be someone who hates what you create. You don’t need to be everyone’s cup of tea. Everytime you pick up that pen or that brush or whatever it is, you’re improving. There’s no way for you to get worse.
So there’s no absolute point in quitting.
If you’re in it to please everyone.
You might be doing something wrong.
I write to an audience that doesn’t reply (but I always keep receiving reviews which is really overwhelming). I don’t get much shares or reblogs. But I like the idea that people read them regardless.
It’s okay if you don’t post that button, but I hope my writings give impact to someone, whether good or bad, it’s good to know that someone out there was moved by my words.
I just want to make you feel the spectrum of emotions.