Breathing Again.

Jan 26, 2007 21:15

So I haven't been writing that much lately.
Just little poem things.
See, I used to hate free verse but
skipping lines became easier then punctuation.

Result: a lot of little observations on life phrased like meaningful, deep-reaching, soul-searching poetry.
And then some actual poetry. Based on my life but dramatized, but still enough of me that I can't show them to anyone. I will say this though: I payed an entry fee for one into a contest, I thought it was that good.
Hopefully I'm not wrong, because the top prize is really bloody good.

And I want feedback on my poems. But if anyone I knew found them...
Maybe when I die I'll leave them in a prominent place.

I want to write and I can't even focus on one thing long enough. I can't even write, pen to paper, because it's too slow and my arm really hurts for some reason. So instead I sit at my computer and type out my thoughts and hope my neurotic mum doesn't see me writing real words where some internet pervert could read them.
If I run into any pedophiles that read poetry, I'll be cautious, I swear.
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