srax10 - Hello Poetry

I am not sure why I often struggle with writing ‘right’ when I constantly tell myself that I don't write for other people's concurrence. But as Picasso said “The chief enemy of creativity is ‘good’ sense,” I have grown to learn that my creative medium is not black or white, good or bad. Instead, it is a middle ground, imperfect, and depicts me and my complex thoughts. Perhaps that is why poetry brings me joy. It is an escape from reality. Nobody craves perfection like it is the only thing that makes it valuable.

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Feb 9, 2021

Feb 9, 2021 at 1:08 AM UTC

writing right

I am not sure why I often struggle with writing ‘right’ when I constantly tell myself that I don't write for other people's concurrence. But as Picasso said “The chief enemy of creativity is ‘good’ sense,” I have grown to learn that my creative medium is not black or white, good or bad. Instead, it is a middle ground, imperfect, and depicts me and my complex thoughts. Perhaps that is why poetry brings me joy. It is an escape from reality. Nobody craves perfection like it is the only thing that makes it valuable.

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i hate math but i have become einstein at calorie counting

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Nov 1, 2020

Nov 1, 2020 at 1:49 AM UTC

starving

i hate math but i have become einstein at calorie counting

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this nation, fabricated upon their broken spines, yet still, they gait on fragmented glass. besought for their valedictory draught, before the lynch with a knee, "THUGS" you, merely afraid, "looting starts, shooting starts" to resist the monster of your own making

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Jun 3, 2020

Jun 3, 2020 at 12:27 AM UTC

my tragic war cry;

this nation, fabricated upon their broken spines, yet still, they gait on fragmented glass. besought for their valedictory draught, before the lynch with a knee, "THUGS" you, merely afraid, "looting starts, shooting starts" to resist the monster of your own making

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for ecstasy laid as erstwhile reminiscence, new dawn brims of rhapsodic agony, acute misery, yet hope, a concept I am foolish to believe, shines through bars of the plight screaming 'remember'

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Mar 3, 2020

Mar 3, 2020 at 4:15 AM UTC

hopeful

for ecstasy laid as erstwhile reminiscence, new dawn brims of rhapsodic agony, acute misery, yet hope, a concept I am foolish to believe, shines through bars of the plight screaming 'remember'

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for my heart has been starved of love, my body has become starved of food

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Feb 29, 2020

Feb 29, 2020 at 10:16 PM UTC

skinny