Welcome To My Creative Space
I wrote a sentence today. It’s the first thing I’ve written in months, The only thing I want to write for the forseable future. Why? Ofcourse I wrote a sentence, it’s literally the first sentence of this poem. So matter of fact, yet so plain. Like the first sentence from out conversations Off point but, …
I’m back again, Creating literary pieces of art While everything within and around me falls apart. I’m back to being inspired by pain. A.
I convinced myself that I would miss you when you're gone But I miss you right now Knowing that I have already planned my departure. A...runner.
Fear My old friend, We meet again. You’ve won in the past, But this one’s special. (Update - it was not) A.
You are not just growing For the sake of growing. You are fulfilling a prophecy, Stepping into your destiny. In this realm, it all makes sense; The backlash the hurt, The tears, the distrust, The series of events, They all led you up to this point. They created this version of you. This heart, this …
Imagine the world in monochrome, Nothing but varying shades of black and white. Would this still feel so wrong Or would it finally feel right? Because I wouldn’t have to filter through shades of grey, Attempting to distinguish cruel from unassuming, Or nostalgia from deep longing. I wouldn’t have the luxury of range. Maybe indecisiveness …
I’m happy now. Although, I fear I wouldn’t be able to write again Because my poetry feeds off of pain, Off of long suffering. The fear of rejection, The pang of uncertainty. Things which now feel like a distant memory. Like someone else's reality. I have comfort and compassion, Peace and perhaps, something more than …
When I write about past experiences, I hope that no one notices. And when references are made to moments that I cherish forever, I speak temporary memory loss into past lovers. The same kind that made you forget my worth, The same kind that allowed you neglect sacrifices made and emotions brought forth. I speak …
Lately I’ve been avoiding writing, Just like I avoid reminiscing. Just like I avoid falling... Deep into a state of love. Deep into a sea of vulnerability. I’m afraid it’ll take away my perceived mental stability. Force me to think intricately, About the decisions I make today and the day after. I mean, was that …
If today was a colour, It would be bright orange, Like the flame in my heart. It once burned blue, Intensely hot and infused with passion. But as the days pass, enthusiasm evades me. Excitement now sounds like a foreign concept, And my head no longer bops to the memories it stores. My fingers are …
