I feel like you say many things that contradict each other, but I find it rather thought provoking than an actual issue. In fact, it's not bad at all. In the beginning, you say that writing makes you depressed, but most people would find writing therapeutic because it allows one to release supressed emotions onto a page. Yet, this does not seem to be the case with you... It seems it causes more pain because you are failing to understand your own words, if they are even true. It also seems like writing doesn't do much for you because you can't say what you want to say. People can form the most prettiest sentences about pain, but none truly grasp the horror of what depression embodies. In that, I deeply agree with you. However, with people like you, I can actually feel ypur pain. It may not be the same pain you experience, but I feel... Something. You bring life to your writings, if that makes any sense. Also, you wonder about the existence of poetry, which is ironic because writers find poetry as a form of emotional outler, but again, it doesn't seem to work for you. I truly appreciate this writing and I pray for your wellbeing in the future. You may not know how to say the words, but it is better to say something than nothing at all. ^ ^
Posted 7 Years Ago
2 of 2 people found this review constructive.
7 Years Ago
My emotions change so quickly it is hard to validate what i really feel, even harder to understand i.. read moreMy emotions change so quickly it is hard to validate what i really feel, even harder to understand it. I both like and hate poetry because i feel so deeply every time i write from within it hurts so much, rehashing my current pain and it never feel like i am able to fully express it. i always usually cut my poems short because i have such a insatiable need to write it drives me crazy and it rarely ever gets fulfilled, it just consumes me and then writing feels more like i am fighting myself than letting things out, but if don't contain it there is far too much i would bare and i would start making self judgments and then i would begin imagining everything people think about me in an unending flood. suffocated and drowned is how i would feel in the end all because i can't just say something more straight forward without fancy words or others thing belying meaning in between the lines for mostly only me to see, or at least it seems that way most times, as it is all metaphors or symbolism i can't expect someone to see my true intentions, but they are there because i am unable to cope with saying them aloud and direct so i feel cowardly and sick.
I saw your title and it intrigued me. I thought it would be some kind of romantic poem, but knowing you, you probably rarely write things in that genre. When I started reading it, I didn't expect it would be a poem about writing. And yes, I would agree with your thought. That writing, or why we write takes on so many reasons that we alone can decipher.
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
thanks for reading it yeah it feels nearly impossible to express my feeling almost every time whethe.. read morethanks for reading it yeah it feels nearly impossible to express my feeling almost every time whether it is writing or real life i just think far too much everything becomes to complicated or convoluted this was a vent about my inability to express myself thanks for reading your right about the romantic poetry thing but i found it quite funny when i read it so thank you for that (:
I feel like you say many things that contradict each other, but I find it rather thought provoking than an actual issue. In fact, it's not bad at all. In the beginning, you say that writing makes you depressed, but most people would find writing therapeutic because it allows one to release supressed emotions onto a page. Yet, this does not seem to be the case with you... It seems it causes more pain because you are failing to understand your own words, if they are even true. It also seems like writing doesn't do much for you because you can't say what you want to say. People can form the most prettiest sentences about pain, but none truly grasp the horror of what depression embodies. In that, I deeply agree with you. However, with people like you, I can actually feel ypur pain. It may not be the same pain you experience, but I feel... Something. You bring life to your writings, if that makes any sense. Also, you wonder about the existence of poetry, which is ironic because writers find poetry as a form of emotional outler, but again, it doesn't seem to work for you. I truly appreciate this writing and I pray for your wellbeing in the future. You may not know how to say the words, but it is better to say something than nothing at all. ^ ^
Posted 7 Years Ago
2 of 2 people found this review constructive.
7 Years Ago
My emotions change so quickly it is hard to validate what i really feel, even harder to understand i.. read moreMy emotions change so quickly it is hard to validate what i really feel, even harder to understand it. I both like and hate poetry because i feel so deeply every time i write from within it hurts so much, rehashing my current pain and it never feel like i am able to fully express it. i always usually cut my poems short because i have such a insatiable need to write it drives me crazy and it rarely ever gets fulfilled, it just consumes me and then writing feels more like i am fighting myself than letting things out, but if don't contain it there is far too much i would bare and i would start making self judgments and then i would begin imagining everything people think about me in an unending flood. suffocated and drowned is how i would feel in the end all because i can't just say something more straight forward without fancy words or others thing belying meaning in between the lines for mostly only me to see, or at least it seems that way most times, as it is all metaphors or symbolism i can't expect someone to see my true intentions, but they are there because i am unable to cope with saying them aloud and direct so i feel cowardly and sick.
i wish it was more clear who i am even to me it seems dim and held together by words that struggle from within the line is much to thin it is crossing over it is crossing over there no space between m.. more..