I used to live here;
in endless contemplation.
Struggling to put into words some profound beauty,
Some ancient wisdom passed down through many lives lived unbeknownst to me.
To be honest I never even sat down to think about my “poems.”
I never stopped to read them before I shared,
a half thought turned to ten lines or a massive revelation turned to two.
I wanted to be a wordsmith and give everything I said a sense of grandeur.
Even now I’m typing without intention;
Without a scheme.
I almost never know what to say...
Regardless of the word *****
Still wishing I sounded good on paper.
I used to live here;
in endless contemplation.
A bottomless pit of self regression, reflection, redemption
I used to live here;
I still do but I used to as well.
Jun 30, 2021
Jun 30, 2021 at 2:18 AM UTC
I used to live here;
in endless contemplation.
Struggling to put into words some profound beauty,
Some ancient wisdom passed down through many lives lived unbeknownst to me.
To be honest I never even sat down to think about my “poems.”
I never stopped to read them before I shared,
a half thought turned to ten lines or a massive revelation turned to two.
I wanted to be a wordsmith and give everything I said a sense of grandeur.
Even now I’m typing without intention;
Without a scheme.
I almost never know what to say...
Regardless of the word *****
Still wishing I sounded good on paper.
I used to live here;
in endless contemplation.
A bottomless pit of self regression, reflection, redemption
I used to live here;
I still do but I used to as well.
My first poem in years I think. I keep getting older by my writing style is still the same. Jot down a poem in 15 minutes.
