Dear poets,
Let's do the world a favor and put an end
To all the excessive, dramatic, fantasized feelings
As they are personal and private
It's only the means for admiration and recognition
It's a clear display of true colours,
That from narcissism
It's all a bunch of mixture,
Nostalgia, fabrication, romanticism, whims and depression
In a collective poison
A bottled filled,
But of no good
So let's just empty out the bottle
And find what is really in there
The actual and the true matters,
Like the void
Let's put words into a reality
Instead of a fairytale,
As those lost wishes and those dreams never come true
Let's talk about words that sticks
Let's really take off those silly masks
And take the talk that would matter
Even in a million years or forever
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Understands
PoetryLike a bird, hatched out the broken shell, with a promised fate yet an unsure one. As its wings bloom with luxury, the wind its companion, the lost treasure its treat, the whole world its vision, the seasons would be its reasons, yet all these freed...
