Mar26, 2014 |
I hope you are all having lovely Fridays ;o) As some of you may know, I started out writing poetry years ago. It was my first love when it came to words. So once in a while, I get the itch to write it, and sometimes it’s at the worst times, like Wednesdays at 3 in the morning. But when I get those word build-up moments, I have to do it. I never know what’s going to come out. It’s like opening a fortune cookie. Or biting into a mystery piece of chocolate from a box. This is what I wrote on Wednesday.
I call it – Poem at 3:00 AM (original, I know)
Some days I hate that my world is wrapped up in writing. In finding that next idea. In making sure that sentence is correct as if weeping while waiting does any good, especially without tears.
The long nights and even longer days. Waiting for forever to come, not knowing if forever exists.
The dichotomy. The emotion and words, the validation of life’s pursuits. Of life’s dreams. The crush of refusal, the agony of losing again, of missing the elusive, the luck diminishing as the stories grow, the waves of torture that bind my fingers to the keys.
But I go on loving this devil, this terror, this dream breaker because nothing good ever came from something easy.
Do you ever get word build-up moments? Any of you poets in a different writer life?
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The Mirror of Sanity
We watch our sanity burn away, writhing in pain while we laugh behind its back.
No turning back now, no one can stop the inevitable overthrow
It’s cold and distant relative laughs back,
waiting to see if we can comprehend its very nature,
If we will ever fully grasp the totality of it
How fast we can lose it
How fragile it really is