Am I a poet? Maybe. What I know is that I love writing – so let me know if reading my stuff is enjoyable, too.
When I’m in company
I have a habit of imagining
How they probably see me
It’s like taking a mental picture
Of myself
With the camera being the eyes
Of my counterpart
Does that one strand fall into my face
The way I know it looks best?
Is my laughter contagious?
Are my eyes sparkling?
Do I look pretty from their point of view?
Why the fuck don’t I concentrate
On my own fucking view
-self obsession vs. self destruction-
You see,
I don’t think you need to fight
Anymore
That doesn’t mean giving up
It means
Befriending the enemy
They say there’s just a thin line Between love and hate
Stop the gunfire
And cross it
-a peace offering to myself-
“What does it feel like?“
“It’s like wanting to exit
Out of your body
And leave it behind
Even though you know
It’s your mind.“
–explaining a panic attack to sane people–
It can be
A place
A sensation
A song
A person
A season
A venture
…
I think it’s the overall feeling of
A rrival
–the meaning of home–
When do you feel like you’ve arrived?
Escape?
The urge to run
Is confronted by
The will to stay
Strong
Stronger
Breaking.
Becomes mending
Accepting
Becomes healing
After the finish line
Comes
…
–progress–
Escape
Your worries
Bad company
Stressful events
Escape
Thoughts
Company
Events
Escape
Flee
Hide
Away
–the course of anxiety–
Was I inspired
Or am I just imitating
Is this something I’m really good at
Or am I just following a trend
Do my words mean anything to others
Or are they just stupid
–there’s nothing more stressful than self-doubt–
Sometimes
Life teaches you the same lesson
Over and over
Again
In various different forms
When will you decide
To finally learn from it?
–reminder–
What is something you’ve been taught a million times but still struggle to understand?
How it ends up being
Is out of your knowing
But it’s not
Out of your doing
Most of my poems
I write on train rides.
Maybe I need
The feeling
Of being on my way
The feeling
Of moving towards something
The ‘in between’
To write
When do you write? Do certain places or feelings make your creativity flow or do you just start to write anywhere and anytime at all? I would love to hear that, let me know in the comments if you like!
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