perfection is a myth that we try to overcome
anytime, we can do our thing without pressure
certainty might not always be on our side, and
it may take time to gain strength, will, and courage
nevertheless, let perfectionism victim none of us; let us
grow and succeed within our own ways and time.
in this times, let this be a reminder
written 24 apr 2020
Try utilizing meter and form
Stanzas that can be adored
Not necessarily rhyming
Though at least include some pacing
Prose riding rhythm
Consider a little alliteration
Free verse certainly has merit
But too often excuses ****.
Give us not what is convenient,
But that which is brilliant.
One unwilling to partake in your portentous ****
Yes, I think there is a lot of great contemporary poetry and poets, as much as any other genre, but I just feel free prose is abused not for its brilliance, but for the apparent convenience people seem to think it affords them.
In a mind where it
never stops chatting , I sit
in a boat and wave
Sometimes it can be annoying especially when anixety creeps in but I'm use to it now. A nice walk outdoors and a goodnight sleep helps lots x
Have you ever been so
enraged that you literally
can not stop moving,
pacing back and forth
back and forth
back and forth?
It's the same type of rage that makes your hands go numb
and your brain leave your body.
The kind of thing that leads to other things like
proving people wrong,
crying tears that burn like Fireball and 151.
Who knew the impossible
in hazy fits of rage and uncertainty?
Because maybe a relapse is worth it
if it makes the *** stop boiling over,
the fumes dissipate,
the glass put itself back together.
Judgement c l o u d e d,
vision c l o u d e d,
foggy brain means you feel nothing,
getting ****** into a black hole
and it doesn't even matter
because at least in there
you can't be angry.
Too early mornings
And dreamless nights
And burning thoughts
But I'm awake
By being a live
But the buzz of appliances
To a pacing mind
Struggling to fall asleep
To this alerted mind
— The End —