poetry – a poet's confessional

security blanket

i am so used to have these little words tucked away in the dark in the dark where no one could see them, where i couldn’t be exposed and laid open they were a personal reflection when i needed them i am not sure why i decided to turn on the light in that darkContinue reading “security blanket”

i sneer into their faces and laugh

remember future the poem i wrote? now i see myself the same and there will be an engineer and there will be an artist but that baby won’t be theirs the future is changing and they, they have finally realized it

judgment

i hope no one ever reads this book of poems or whatever it may be in its complete form bot because of errors But because i can already feel their judgement on me

poet

i am not a poet poets do not cry like i do poets do not beg for attention like i do poets are not friends with darkness like i am the great poets are eloquent and proper i only spit pretty words and i only pretend to be proper

reality

this isn’t poetry this is bullshit