F**k poems, this is the mind waking up, from a long dead sleep.A Poem by blueeyeddevelA year ago I was going to start school as a writer, and give it a shot. I didn't qualify for financial aide, my life took a route that I did not expect. I gave up on writing...............
I have been sleeping for a year.
Not one note has been plucked by these fingers. Not one poetic thought has emerged, and I am more sad than ever. I silenced the poet inside, because I feared that I was not good enough to be a poet. An now I have had a epiphany, I decided that I was not going to care about these thoughts. After all i never have cared about who reads or who even likes what I write. I was thinking about becoming a writer, and i was drowned out by the facts of a million people trying to become the thing. An then my thoughts were cut down by the fact that i don't have the money to become one. Writing is free, hell it's free here, throwing out my bad grammar is free! Just because a million people won't get to see my writing dosen't mean that few will not enjoy it, and even if they don't I won't care anyways. This is apart of me. Every letter that falls from my fingers onto this screen. Who F*****g cares about what I think or you think. Lets write. © 2013 blueeyeddevelAuthor's Note
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Added on July 8, 2013 Last Updated on July 8, 2013 AuthorblueeyeddevelInverness , FLAbout2011 was the last time that I have been on here. I gave up on writing in 2011, and I think I'm trying to reignite my passion for this hobby. Its the only thing that's cheap for a hobby these days. S.. more..Writing
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