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My art is flow of conscious. it is not to be taken serious. I do not condone violence towards people nor animals. All my poetry is fueled by my own pain and trauma. it is not to make sense unless it does, then it's intentional.
My heart stretched too far
     the moth would never
     reach the star


     love too much I desire
     over-wooed it takes cover
     my longings they die like a quick fire-

     ambition makes me blind
     all my friends they walk away
     loyalty they gladly leave behind-

     life I hold too dear
     it refuses to be smothered
     and sternly declares: Don't come near!
* taken from Shelley
Think about yourself.
11/1/2020
First
what am i doing here
why did i come here
i have been  smoking
i have been drinking
i have been looking for a reason
to my life
i feel like i'm not doing this right
the minute hand
keeps rolling around our clocks
i love watching my life from
the sidelines
feeling there in the moment
yet lost in my head
We write to liberate ourselves as best as we can, never to compete or 'show off'.  Poetry that's too artificially inflated defeats its purpose.  It can't be forced or coaxed.  High-sounding words do not add substance. Words are like notes in a musical piece.  Just as the latter follow one another in sequence to create a certain effect, so do words.  Naturalness and spontaneity is the hallmark of all good writing.  A worthy poem strikes at our very core when it unfolds itself so delicately as the flowering of a bud---we flow with it and identify our feelings with it--it's a moment of awakening so to speak -our hearts are touched, our spirit is elevated and we are transported into that beauty and poignancy beyond the bounds of the poem itself.  This is a peak experience and brings us close to the celestial and sublime.  

    (Many thanks for sharing your views with me)
* Whit Howland
Art does not have to explain itself
its function is to present itself
i'm alive
but barely living
i've survived
but i'm barely surviving
i sit all alone
but barely feel lonely
i walk with others
but barely talk
i live with a family
but barely feel loved
i have friend
but there barely friendly
but that's the life
of the barely living
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