This morning I arrived to my normal quota of about 10 unread posts in Google Reader... Ms Shannon has a rather dark poet hidden in her fine pregnant body. And for anyone who wants to become a pro, Ms Gala has one of her "I Want to Be A..." posts. On becoming a poet. So apparently today is a day for Poets. Unleash your creative writer that has been cooped up since the third grade and use 15 minutes to write whatever it is you wish to write about.
After recent events and feeling the need for a creative vent. The below was produced.
It’s the smoke that fills my lungs
The voice in my head
The company I keep
It’s the friends I can’t stand
The characteristics I despise
The reflection I loathe
The thoughts I never imagined would cross my mind
It’s the wing clipped bird
The dark whisper that consumes my chest
It’s the caged animal that’s trying to escape
The voice in my head
The company I keep
It’s the friends I can’t stand
The characteristics I despise
The reflection I loathe
The thoughts I never imagined would cross my mind
It’s the wing clipped bird
The dark whisper that consumes my chest
It’s the caged animal that’s trying to escape
***My poems are dark. They always will be. They're the things I can't verbalise. The good stuff I share, I tell anyone with patience enough to listen. The dark need not be their burden. It is mine to bear, and I write to ease the weight on my shoulders.
3 comments:
You write well. Pretty much all of my creative writing is dark, whether it be poems, short stories or longer projects.
We should so declare this week "Dark Angsty Poetry" week. lol. Your poem is great :)
PS: 10 things in your reader? You lucky thing. I just got home from a day of op shopping (after going through everything last night at 10pm) and I had 45 posts to wade through. And while i've been reading that, about 5 more will appear. It's never ending!
Very well written!
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