Leave me alone,
Call me an odd,
But let me just live in my own little
world.
Can you go out?
Can you shut up?
Can you stop telling me it's not that
right.
I want to create,
Without being judged,
Without hearing words "You don't get
point of art."
Express, not impress;
Yourself, not the others,
And find little raising in a good old
disaster.
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Inspired by Will Darbyshire's words about letters for "This Modern Love" - don't be afraid to be creative.
So I decided not to think much about allegories/metaphors/etc and simply write about what bothers me.
Simplicity is a key, I guess?
YOU ARE READING
grains; poetry
Poésiea book full of lost girl's baby steps into art; could be inspired by randomly spoken words, hidden gems of our world, silent easiness and everything in between Oh, and... Full of stars and never experienced silent nights under the open sky
