The tale of struggling. Sadness, anger, melancholy, pain. Facing them all as they reign.
Ranting and raving we go through the motions,
But sometimes we need to let out our emotions,
In which time we scramble for an inch of maturity,
Grab a hold of ourself and ramble into obscurity.
In all seriousness, please don't come in expecting this to be some writing project where I pull out a dictionary and play with words.
I don't want you to read one and say "oh what nice poetry you write"
What you're reading is me writing out actual moments in my day by day. For one reason of another I turned those moments into this kind of expression, whether as an escape or for another reason.
"My poetry's bad
And I can't blame the news"
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