i guess I understand
why they all leave.
i am hard to love
"poeticide".
the agony of being a poet
is not actually found
in being unable to write;
it's worse. my downfall is choosing to relive the pain
with every word, emotions inexpressible;
i try to exclaim: desperately
crying for help, in verse,
doomed to repeat
the cycle
until nobody is left
to witness me.
"poeticide."
d.b.a
note: i have no foolish intentions and cherish life, as well as my place within it. the emotions i feel and express are very real, but be at ease - everything will be okay, for myself and you, the reader.
i know,
that you didnt wanna try,
that you were tired,
that you were dying.
tell me sweetheart,
what is it that keeps you alive ?
is it
l o v e
or
r e g r e t ?
"is this too cliche?" who cares? bro, write what you have fun writing. stuff your manuscript full of your favourite tropes. the same themes you love. all inspired by things you grew up with. do it all. go off. load. it. up. be freeeee
how to write a love poem
gut yourself like a fish.
stare at your organs.
describe the pretty colors.
use a metaphor.
i wish it was easier
to breathe.
the silence is getting too loud. Stop it. I can't save me.
how am i going to rebuild myself when i dont let myself fall apart?
"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself."
– Franz Kafka
hope. Hope is the most agonizing feeling i've ever felt.