f***s and s***s and poems

These words make me sick

sick of the outlet I used to love,

tired of making thoughts up

in order to seem like I give a f**k

because I don’t

I don’t give a single f**k about these poems

about the rules you try to squeeze me into,

desperately trying to mould me into one of you,

one who loves what they do for what they get

not for the pure act of doing it

Why should I write you a boring rhyme

about a girl I used to love when I was blind

when there is a dragon inside of me dying to get out

packed with f***s and s***s and doubts,

pissing on your rules and minds

Creativity is a straight line that bends,

trembling somewhere on the edge

between what is good and what is bad

it is neither and some and all, 

creativity is a thought that is real and raw

So f**k your rules and f**k your words,

those eloquent sentences with no worth,

beauty without substance, pale and fading

written to please not to process,

to make you jealous, not to wonder

This is a promise to myself,

to never put my guts on a shelf,

bend before limiting rules,

let others define my truth,

I promise to never be like you.

Author's Note

Let's hope you're fine with cursing.

Reviews

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Here here! All too often the stuffy-shirt wearing form-pushing pomp wants to see all poets package their poetry in perfect symetry. True poetry expresses the writer's thoughts and feelings about the world around them and how they see themselves in it. Thoughts and feelings spend no time worrying about how they should be shaped in a poem. People who not pick over form should stick to the forms themselves while leaving others to their own devices. Well said Alisa!

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A good friends of mines once said
f**k it, f**k it , f**k it , f**k it , f**k it.
It must be cathartic to write it like that - Kudos