inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Empty
Someone asked what empty feels like. More rage than anger. More snare than drum. More rain than pour. I asked myself once, thinking just because I have a shadow. I'm worth following. Worth falling over tripping under and writing raw cut images. Pasting them because to me they match my performance. I can write, but I can't throw the punches. I can't laugh because boy, that was stupid. Cut and dry. It still hurts like orange juice in a womb. But why the fuck did I do it? To feel. To heal. To repeat and start over again. Not to touch myself, but maybe if I love myself better it actually happened. I was told I live in my head too much. I already know. I cut and dried, not to laugh, but to keep from crying. You get the point we told you enough. So enough? Why am I so hard to love? Maybe because it was a game to everyone, but me. I wanna be real. Seemed honest enough. How do you do it? Keep pushing move forward around and over. Treat me like I'm not here when you need me. I need me. I'm enough in the poetry, but too poet for poetry. At least I was honest. I need normal. I'm me with out the shades. I want to be seen. Even if the sun moves out the way. most of it is just anger, not directed at anyone, but myself I'm a healer. I can say that because I've through what I feel and still tried. I touch myself to feel boy or man. Someone saw me enough to say don't touch me. I get it. I'm sometimes the giant that I spit on too. IT's not cut and dry. It's dry and erase, but still wake up tomorrow to try again. I still wake up tomorrow to try again.
By Marshall Wallace5 years ago in Poets
