Free-write to: why is everything hollow/why is my poetry short
The most beautiful things in life seem to be fleeting and trying to hold on to them makes them slip faster, like wet soap. At the same time, the relationships with people that should have some sort of meaning, sometimes don’t.
Sometimes the fact something is short is what makes it beautiful, but beauty can also be painful.
Something hollow is frail, you squeeze too hard, you’ll break it, but if you’re too loose, it’ll get dropped and break that way. Hollowness is a different type of frailty, or really, a more specific type of frailty. It is not frail from illness, it is not something that was once strong and slowly became more fragile over time. Hollowness is not fading strength, nor is it necessarily permanent. Hollowness is waiting for strength, waiting to be filled, and in waiting there is an inherent hope of being filled. This hope may n ever be realized, we may still die alone and hollow, but even unfounded hope is still hope.
My poems are short because I want an image, a feeling, a moment in time that is fleeting. Stories may last but stories can change. Sometimes the most influential moments in our lives last little more than a breath. Every person who walks and feels is a collection of moments, which is not the same as a story.
The main reason for heartbreak entering into this set of poetry is that I have recently felt heartbreak. However, I don’t want to focus on heartbreak, rather, I want to articulate addiction. The kind of bittersweet, mildly justified and love-hated addiction that is usually developed only with a person. The kind of addiction where you don’t understand why, and you want to let go, but still you find yourself drawn into this person. You find reasons to come back. Without them, you are faced with being alone and being alone is staring your own hollowness in the face. You want to have someone to fill you up, you want to know that person exists. Except hollow can be more than just fragility, it can also be a false face. Hollowness is the disappointment of hope unfulfilled, of an incomplete promise…hollowness is getting exactly what you asked for and finding out the reality of the thing could never compare to what you have in your mind.
Sometimes the fact something is short is what makes it beautiful, but beauty can also be painful.
Something hollow is frail, you squeeze too hard, you’ll break it, but if you’re too loose, it’ll get dropped and break that way. Hollowness is a different type of frailty, or really, a more specific type of frailty. It is not frail from illness, it is not something that was once strong and slowly became more fragile over time. Hollowness is not fading strength, nor is it necessarily permanent. Hollowness is waiting for strength, waiting to be filled, and in waiting there is an inherent hope of being filled. This hope may n ever be realized, we may still die alone and hollow, but even unfounded hope is still hope.
My poems are short because I want an image, a feeling, a moment in time that is fleeting. Stories may last but stories can change. Sometimes the most influential moments in our lives last little more than a breath. Every person who walks and feels is a collection of moments, which is not the same as a story.
The main reason for heartbreak entering into this set of poetry is that I have recently felt heartbreak. However, I don’t want to focus on heartbreak, rather, I want to articulate addiction. The kind of bittersweet, mildly justified and love-hated addiction that is usually developed only with a person. The kind of addiction where you don’t understand why, and you want to let go, but still you find yourself drawn into this person. You find reasons to come back. Without them, you are faced with being alone and being alone is staring your own hollowness in the face. You want to have someone to fill you up, you want to know that person exists. Except hollow can be more than just fragility, it can also be a false face. Hollowness is the disappointment of hope unfulfilled, of an incomplete promise…hollowness is getting exactly what you asked for and finding out the reality of the thing could never compare to what you have in your mind.