When I’m sad, I write poetry.I, not a poet, love poetry. It needn’t be sad,Sometimes it’s happy or mad,Not always tethered to the gloom,But a garden, where flowers bloom.When I’m sad, I write poetry,Though it’s not my forte.I much prefer a journal or essay,Sited, researched arguments to convey,Or, perhaps, novels and books,Where readers love even … Continue reading When I’m sad
Author: .lou
Writer’s Block
Muse, I want… To write and paint, sing and dance, To let go of life’s restraint, and take a chance, To embrace all life brings,Succumbing to the finer things. But I cannot. I sit before a canvas white,Palette of colors once bright, Now abandoned, void of hues.Brushstrokes falter, as misery ensues. Muse, oh, fickle lover!Inspiration … Continue reading Writer’s Block
Why do I write?
I create. Ever since I was little, my closest companions have been my stories, transporting me to another world whether I wanted them to or not. I identify with Victor Hugo when he said, “A writer is a world trapped inside a person.” Growing up, the world within felt so big and consuming that I … Continue reading Why do I write?
Lived In
In youth, I sought perfectionResolving that beauty is smooth, unmarked skinThat a flawless face and perfect hair is how to obtain The thing I long for most, affectionAnd so, to live without fault became my baneDesperate to maintain a youthful hue I devoted my wealth, time, and dreams toThe art of a rosy complexion But … Continue reading Lived In
Based on “To Build A Fire”
I am a foreigner. The knowledge meant nothing to me when I first started this journey, but after the biting wind, which cuts through my coat like a knife, rips the map from my useless gloves, it’s time I face my own ignorance. I have been wandering, it feels, for ages. Not only am I … Continue reading Based on “To Build A Fire”
Hold on Tight
If you love somebody let them go that's what they say But I call bull If you find someone you love Hold on tight Love em with your whole heart I learned it the hard way I let you go Expecting a swift return But instead of a warm embrace You didn’t even look back … Continue reading Hold on Tight
Stories
1937 just another boy Raised in a house with no furniture Poor but happy, he made himself useful Farm hand, mechanic, and everything in between Drank smoke like water Has the lungs to prove it 1940 just another girl Raised in a house too small for another Fatherless, what a scandal Wouldn’t let it hold … Continue reading Stories
Masterpiece
You're an artist?How come I never knew?after years beside you?You're an artist? No, I don't expect to be your muse,But I will get you the supplies to use.I don't want to give you grief,I just want to see what's hidden beneath,The mask of a smile you wear in for others,The wall of joy that smothers.You're … Continue reading Masterpiece
Death Toll
10 seconds left,Some will call it tragic,Others a gift,But in the end I don’t care,It's not like I will be here.Ticking drums in my head,The sound is daunting,Like the ticking of a clock,And when it ends,So will I. 9 families cursing my name,From where they stand, beyond my chains. The mothers are weeping, The fathers are … Continue reading Death Toll
A Window
I look out over the cemetery, dew sliding down my glass in reflection of the sorrow I feel. How long have I been here? I do not know, one day bleeds into the next, and then the next. Some days are vibrant in my memory, watching as a wedding ceremony is performed, the bride in … Continue reading A Window
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