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writing doesn’t come to me in all the most conventional moments i guess staring at myself in the bathroom mirror feeling thoughts approach me stronger than they have in a while i mutter a quiet, “what is happening” i haven’t felt this way in a while followed by a more assured, “i need to write” this is the only way to combat the noise you see, for me, writing isn’t fueled by every day occurrences, or inspiration from the world around me it’s fueled by my body being engulfed by thoughts happiness, sadness, anger, anything really thoughts standing in my brain, crawling into my face, jumping into my throat, heart, lungs, until they’ve taken over i can’t control when i write, just like i can’t control when thoughts come why did they come today? maybe it’s because i didn’t have someone next to me when i woke up maybe it’s because i’m unsure of what the future holds whatever the case might be, i want to thank you, thoughts thank you for giving me the power to write and i want to thank you, self thank you for not dismissing thoughts
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Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 1:04 PM UTC
Sitting on my Bathroom Floor
writing doesn’t come to me in all the most conventional moments i guess staring at myself in the bathroom mirror feeling thoughts approach me stronger than they have in a while i mutter a quiet, “what is happening” i haven’t felt this way in a while followed by a more assured, “i need to write” this is the only way to combat the noise you see, for me, writing isn’t fueled by every day occurrences, or inspiration from the world around me it’s fueled by my body being engulfed by thoughts happiness, sadness, anger, anything really thoughts standing in my brain, crawling into my face, jumping into my throat, heart, lungs, until they’ve taken over i can’t control when i write, just like i can’t control when thoughts come why did they come today? maybe it’s because i didn’t have someone next to me when i woke up maybe it’s because i’m unsure of what the future holds whatever the case might be, i want to thank you, thoughts thank you for giving me the power to write and i want to thank you, self thank you for not dismissing thoughts
hayley-robertson
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Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 1:04 PM UTC
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