I used to be
I used to be this bitter:Ode to the Enemy
I hate you all.
You who embitter my heart and harden my gaze
to falsities and trifles
and promises.
You who by your existence and being
force me to feel guilty
for the ugliness of others.
You who are inhuman fools,
basking in the empty void
of that which you call living.
You who are blameless and superior
in your righteous ignorance.
You are wrong in character.
You should not be.
Yet I am wrong in hate.
Forgive your enemies, he said.
But never forget their names.
I hate you all.
(2001)
I used to be this sad:
Worth
I'm twisted in circles.
Wandering through days, nights,
I sleep, wake, up and down.
I am the value of a lost circle,
The average of meaningless symbols,
The circumference of hopeless dreams, Around.
(2002)
And at one point, I used to be this happy:
My Release
A thousand emboldened white stallions
Run with thunderous hooves
Across the plain of my longing heart
(2001)
But now? I don't know what I am. I'm not even writing any poetry to prove it.
*All of the above poems written solely by me.
posted by Sleepy Girl @ 11:14 PM
2 Comments:
Have you found that your most insightful creative work comes from times when you are at your most dismal? I have never liked poetry my entire life, but during a period of gross unhappiness I wrote verse after verse of poetry. Never before, never since, and some of it is actually good. Weird.
Yes, yes, and yes! My sad poetry is always much better. And those are almost always the times when I choose to write poetry. I suppose sadness can be very inspirational.
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