Poetry Collection

I

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i type

i listen to the sound of the keys while i am pressing them down

i write

i see my thoughts bleeding out onto a blank sheet of paper

i draw

i watch the colours blend into each other oh so purely

i sing

i feel my passion vibrate into my voice

i photograph

i look at the world through a lens and see corners and blemishes no one ever saw

i love

i love the rare beauty of simplicity and forgiveness

i hate

i hate the unmerciful grieve and sorrow

i admire

i admire the way i am; so flexible so creative

i detest

i detest the way i am; so broken so alone

i am so many things but only one human

i can see my life dissolve into attempts of meaningful poetry

the way every poet does

but i do not consider myself a poet

at least not yet

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Hey lovely humans! I know it's been a while but I was/am kinda struggeling with writers block. But I it's getting better. Well at least I hope it is.

-ThoseDarkBooks