Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
johnnie-raePoems
I never knew how to write poetry correctly. It's not like it comes with an instruction manual that reads in italicized letters "dig so deep into your head that if a brain aneurism were to spontaneously combust, you'd be the first to know about it" No one told me that my emotions would corkscrew like falling meteorites every time I picked up a pen. No one told me that the thoughts would sometimes dry up and leave me searching like a dog who buried a bone and then developed a rare type of amnesia. No one told me that sometimes it would be hard to get the words onto the page without tears falling like a liquid avalanche. There was no instruction manual or italicized letters. There was only me, and a lot of lessons to learn.
0
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
Brain Aneurisms
I never knew how to write poetry correctly. It's not like it comes with an instruction manual that reads in italicized letters "dig so deep into your head that if a brain aneurism were to spontaneously combust, you'd be the first to know about it" No one told me that my emotions would corkscrew like falling meteorites every time I picked up a pen. No one told me that the thoughts would sometimes dry up and leave me searching like a dog who buried a bone and then developed a rare type of amnesia. No one told me that sometimes it would be hard to get the words onto the page without tears falling like a liquid avalanche. There was no instruction manual or italicized letters. There was only me, and a lot of lessons to learn.
johnnie-rae
Written by
johnnie-rae
25/F/American
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem