Jan 2016
My feelings are true
They are my life's blood spring
but irrelevant.
Couplets and quatrains
or free form self indulgence
It's my time to waste
Five- seven- five lines
stacked to challenge my ego
poor pedestrian.
Here I go again
my ink is not innocent
my soul is tainted
Why do we do it?
What is there to gain from this?
What is the **** point?
I undress my self,
and Adonis, I am not!
better look away
This is what it's like
to expose myself and dare
to pretend it's art.
They are my life's blood spring
but irrelevant.
Couplets and quatrains
or free form self indulgence
It's my time to waste
Five- seven- five lines
stacked to challenge my ego
poor pedestrian.
Here I go again
my ink is not innocent
my soul is tainted
Why do we do it?
What is there to gain from this?
What is the **** point?
I undress my self,
and Adonis, I am not!
better look away
This is what it's like
to expose myself and dare
to pretend it's art.
I feel the urge to apologize for this piece. I'm not quite sure why. Perhaps I feel like it's classic self indulgence on my part. Here it is though. I have to post them all as they come. It was inspired by a stranger who said, "Your feelings are irrelevant." It was a random declaration on a forum..It made me write this.
(Florida)
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