Purpose of Poetry

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.

Skeleton in the Closet

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.

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Somehow

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.

Damaged World

The world is damaged ever since we can remember. But don’t you think its time appreciate the beauty in it’s brokenness? I know sometimes you are dismayed because you might think that the world does not understand you but dear the world does not have a problem with you , YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THE WORLD.

And let me tell you to make things clear, YOU DO NOT HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THE WORLD, YOU JUST INVOLVE THE WORLD IN THE PROBLEM YOU HAVE WITH THE PEOPLE AND THE THINGS THAT SURROUND YOU.

So just as like the world tries to understand every piece of your brokenness, try to find cracks of beauty that exist. Because the world will tell you that its okay to have a broken heart. You just have to let it break until it open up and when it is finally open, show everyone the beauty of ones brokenness.