Dec 2017
Behind a single screen
I continue to write
Bound by the sentences I type
Type type type I breathe life into poems
My chest gets heavy and I swallow
type……
My eyes become blank and I stare and the screen
type…..
It rings in my ears the words I could write
The words I should write
But I can’t think
type……..
It’s become undone the reason I wrote
I sit back
Type
I continue to write
Bound by the sentences I type
Type type type I breathe life into poems
My chest gets heavy and I swallow
type……
My eyes become blank and I stare and the screen
type…..
It rings in my ears the words I could write
The words I should write
But I can’t think
type……..
It’s become undone the reason I wrote
I sit back
Type
once i started writing for others i forgot how to write my emotion and wrote more for what they'd like then for what i chose
i love writing i want to get better but if someone asked me to write i wouldn't refuse and thats a problem because i have no emotion no effort because i didn't see it
it didnt bring life
for me it was more of a wall that wanted t be a house but im not a builder
i need to change that
i love writing i want to get better but if someone asked me to write i wouldn't refuse and thats a problem because i have no emotion no effort because i didn't see it
it didnt bring life
for me it was more of a wall that wanted t be a house but im not a builder
i need to change that
