Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 8
i do not write or read poetry every day
maybe its a product of where i live
the color of my skin
or my notebooks are just full

i never reread them either
maybe its too much to bear?

writing vs saying words is so different
its frustrating agonizing or excitingly joyful
in a peaceful kind of way
whatever mood im in

and that is the key
put it simply u know the rest
ik thats hard they don’t get it either way
but how will i find someone anyone at all
that does get it and i can actually hold onto
let them hurt me and keep going
is that a qualifier?
or are there people that will never do what they do
and have done?
do people forgive what i cannot stomach to imagine for years till im driving in an unearthly unearned illogical plane of existence
where i feel good and happy
to my greatest degree
cannot contain it squeals and joyous screams
just from how the music sounds
i mean it
i am not on earth for sure
but if it were not for the last visit here that
i was gifted, or allowed, depends when u ask
its a different me almost constantly
now i love it more times than i used to
would i still be writing whatever this is right now?
Written by
Stella Marie  23/F/United States
(23/F/United States)   
40
   Maybelater2
Please log in to view and add comments on poems