a simple feeling, emotion, brings thousands of words pouring out of me like a waterfall. my core, my being...creates feelings that are almost indescribable, as if I'm blind to my own self, blind to something that I have the right to at least visualize. I run, I walk, I stop, I stare. observing almost anything that may have a bit of similarity towards myself so I might maybe have a chance at understanding who I am, who I may become, and who I can be if I just have the effort to try and the belief that I can.
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yessssssss I have made an inspiration poem! finally something other than writing about that dark place that takes residence in my head. have an amazeballs day!!!! comote? advice? constructive criticism?
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Dirty Petals
Poesiefree verse poetry, well mostly free verse. I don't usually go by any poetic devises at least not purposely. I just go with the flow. I write my feelings on paper but in this situation on my touchscreen or my laptop keys. I write poetry ALOT but that...
