I hate writing
Writing to me does not convey the meaning behind my words
Writing restrains me from translating the tornado of my thoughts
My words form into the stone they are set in
What said in writing becomes who you are
One kind act in a book, a saint canonized for eternity
One bad tweet, let that be future’s unknown burden
Writing is the glorifier and the change inhibitor
I don’t like writing because I lose my sense of being
I reveal what and how I think of and to the world
And the world just stares blankly
like crowds in astonishment or in ridicule
While others proceed to shine above
whilst writing and faking their way through words
A scene from Shakespeare
Said so fast with so many meanings,
difficult to interpret if there was vision to begin
I’m not saying I am bad at writing
I am able to reveal cyclones in essays
Hurricanes in space
Words spoken never to be heard aloud,
Comedies and tragedies
Love notes and suicide letters
Novels and Scriptures
Songs and Ballads
All for what?
For a chance to travel a point
To break through a closed mind
Set an idea that may change views
To let the reader view the world
Through the eyes of a stranger or friend
Why not let them?
Why am I to take myself too seriously
For humans are most comical when
We take ourselves too solemnly,
We over think ourselves into storms
But we also fly through typhoons
We build great nations from tribulation
We explore new lands from eruptions
We create new worlds from black holes
We travel through space and time from chaos
We create wonderlands out of madness
But to do so,
first we write
。
Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 11:41 AM UTC
I hate writing
Writing to me does not convey the meaning behind my words
Writing restrains me from translating the tornado of my thoughts
My words form into the stone they are set in
What said in writing becomes who you are
One kind act in a book, a saint canonized for eternity
One bad tweet, let that be future’s unknown burden
Writing is the glorifier and the change inhibitor
I don’t like writing because I lose my sense of being
I reveal what and how I think of and to the world
And the world just stares blankly
like crowds in astonishment or in ridicule
While others proceed to shine above
whilst writing and faking their way through words
A scene from Shakespeare
Said so fast with so many meanings,
difficult to interpret if there was vision to begin
I’m not saying I am bad at writing
I am able to reveal cyclones in essays
Hurricanes in space
Words spoken never to be heard aloud,
Comedies and tragedies
Love notes and suicide letters
Novels and Scriptures
Songs and Ballads
All for what?
For a chance to travel a point
To break through a closed mind
Set an idea that may change views
To let the reader view the world
Through the eyes of a stranger or friend
Why not let them?
Why am I to take myself too seriously
For humans are most comical when
We take ourselves too solemnly,
We over think ourselves into storms
But we also fly through typhoons
We build great nations from tribulation
We explore new lands from eruptions
We create new worlds from black holes
We travel through space and time from chaos
We create wonderlands out of madness
But to do so,
first we write
。
