FOR WHATEVER + REASON
I forgot to spell out what I thought / about you.
I forgot...
- Now I mentioned you to the authorities,
- you forgot.
- You still forgot.
Of course the battle you forgot.
What did you whisper?
The post.
Now I've become - /monster/
And the anger is.
IS.
IS.
GIGANTIC.
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So happy in the previous poem and so angry in this one. Why? Regection doesn't feel good.
You can write a poem about anything, using whatever experiences you want. However, if you read as a person, only trying to figure out what I mean? The power of poetry is self-expression, it means... anything the reader wants to believe. That is if you possess a characteristic of imagination or virtue! Therefore, I'm completely aware about whatever the reader sees, especially as a writer/poet/author. The problems are abstract, the purpose is to let the reader expand what they feel has been given to them. In terms of my experience: what makes me happy? You asked, me a question, and I enjoy creating art. I like sitting at a cafe and watching the people pass. I feel I need the scent of a woman's company over coffee. That makes me happy.
I suppose the scent of someone you are attracted too would make anyone happy. Happiness can also come from acceptance as opposed to ubrupt regection. I beleive happienss is over rated.
What you're mentioning has something to do with what I'm talking about in a certain extent. OF this matter we're dealing with, I accept, anyone's openess. The subject in each poem I write, possibly has very little to do with what you percieve it as.
The same can be said with reality.
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