Feb 2019
I've taken up writing as a means of venting
But what is written, lasts
Outliving even the author
And so we'd immortalize our fears
Anger hate and pain
Darkest of moments alive and well
The form of words writing their name
I can't say how many lines I've written
Then erased
Or torn from pages
Like wine poured over a broken glass
Sometimes there is nothing left to gain
Certain tortured lines should never be written
By innocent eyes
They should never be read
Some marks however sincere
Can only scar or stain
But what is written, lasts
Outliving even the author
And so we'd immortalize our fears
Anger hate and pain
Darkest of moments alive and well
The form of words writing their name
I can't say how many lines I've written
Then erased
Or torn from pages
Like wine poured over a broken glass
Sometimes there is nothing left to gain
Certain tortured lines should never be written
By innocent eyes
They should never be read
Some marks however sincere
Can only scar or stain
To all of you poets who vent,
A lot of the things I read are so negative.. It's raw, it's real, it's passionate but there must be something more. I can't judge, we all have varying degrees of suffering, but just don't let that be all that defines you.
Sincerely,
Some guy sitting in front of an old laptop at 0019,
someone who does give a ****.
A lot of the things I read are so negative.. It's raw, it's real, it's passionate but there must be something more. I can't judge, we all have varying degrees of suffering, but just don't let that be all that defines you.
Sincerely,
Some guy sitting in front of an old laptop at 0019,
someone who does give a ****.
