I want to breathe like a poet:
beautiful words spilling from my teeth
Capturing the beauty and pain around me
I want every piece of me to be romanticized
Oh look at my strong, fat arms
Oh look at my striking acne face
I want to be a poor tortured soul
Lost in the puddle of atrocities of this world
Burdened by the weight of everything and nothing
I want to be alive like a poem:
short, fleeting, impactful, beautiful and raw
I want to be interpreted
I want to be boring to some and shocking to others
I want to invoke emotion
I want some to laugh and some to cry when they look into the depths of my eye
I want to be both the poet and the poem
intertwined and combined
I want to be inspiring and I want to be inspired
Please, can I be both the poet and the poem?
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It Could Have Been Gentle - poetry
PoetryPoems about the bits of life that feel unnecessarily sharp. ~ Nails in palms and rock in throat and eyes latched in the ground, I open up in hopes of speech and find a choke of sound, Frantic thought of desperation fly beneath my hair, I don'...