Torn open raw
My thoughts flowing out first as a weak sprinkler
Then as a steady flow
Of an emphatic myriad of words
It hurts
To let yourself realise
All the creativity you lost
But finding it feels like the best comfort food
With so many calories
I think everyone's creative
Just some had to bury it
Under briefcases and lab coats
Bills and housing crises
Just trying to stay on top of a rolling world
Other tried to pursue it
Chasing after dreams and meeting
Either stars or dirt and dust
Our hearts all beat for art
Even if that part has been weighed down
By textbooks and rolled eyes and disbelief
This is why I wanted to be an actress
And why my major will never
Be the dream I write down for MASH
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Allusions of Life // Poetry
PoetryThe simplest way to convey something is through beautiful, simple words. They portray the most complex, and the most layered issues. Whether it's the daydreams I fantasize, or the issues of the world, I will write about it. This is my poetry. This i...
