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Writer (noun): reckless, impulsive, capricious, and unapologetic. Never fully satisfied with real life. Do not fall in love with a writer.
I will break your heart in million different ways solely for my art
I will start fights and heal old wounds for the experience
for the emotions
for the power it brings to my work
I will make you see yourself in a whole new light
I will give you my sight
In the form of abstract poetry
And let you look through the lens with which I view the world
And you will not like what you find there
I will write versions of you that make you uncomfortable
Of how to interpret my perspective of you
My love for you
My raw emotions displayed for everyone else to view
Walking to my car
A vice grip around my keys
Held like a weapon
It’s a short distance
But we all know the dangers
We’ve all been taught the dangers
Since we were too young to properly understand them
Too many stipulations on a young existence
It’s the fear of never knowing true freedom
The fear of never truly being able to say “No” and be heard
And be validated
When we’ve all been taught from a young age
How to act
How to dress
How to speak
How to live
How to avoid being a victim
But in these lessons
We were taught something greater
How to stand
Never making a move alone
So we take our stand
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How many times must I write my way out of a labyrinth? I thought I had done this before but it never suffices. The feeling inside me never ceases. Time and time again I pick up a pen to scratch words out onto paper but the itch never stops.
Only now, something feels different. Something’s off, askew, out of balance; and I’m not quite sure how to place this feeling. It’s a lackluster sense of words with no meaning. A sign too far away to read clearly.
Never conveying any specific meaning. I set it down. I set everything down. And I feel my world start to cave in around me.
Eyeing my escape, I run straight and fast into the wall in front of me, blindly, with no obligation to the world around me. But this isn’t the high I seek. I never wanted “the calm after the storm”; I crave the lightning.
Storms settle my capricious soul. Swept up in the thunder and heavy clouds I find my peace of mind. Because here, I can let my soul scream with no fear of being heard.
Thunder drowns out my yells and shouts of obscenities. Where most people run for cover, I unleash my loudest thoughts. Not a poetic mixture of rain drops and tears, but a chaotic combination of my heart and a hurricane.
Yet here I am. Trapped in a place where it never rains enough to keep my mind’s fire at bay. So the shouts in my head never cease but are dulled by the ever-flowing ocean of ink spilling from my veins.
April was a whirlwind.
I am beyond ready to get back up and make May the start of something wonderful.
It’s also my birth month so it’s an exciting time to grow and make plans for my next trip around the sun.
I’ve decided to make myself a list of (reasonable) goals for the moth of may and share them here to keep myself motivated!
I’m really excited for this month, I feel a lot of positive energy headed in my direction.
Some other updates:
What about you? What are you plans for May? Do you have any recommendations for books i should read and review? Let me know in the comments or at firstname.lastname@example.org!