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It feels like the year is just tumbling to a close, flying by faster every day. Yesterday felt like November, a week ago October; a month ago feels like I just started this poetry nonsense I'm convinced I have an affinity for. Or at least, an (un)healthy obsession with. Oh, and happy holidays everyone (especially the brave few of you who'll actually make it this far down.)
The bulk of this poem was in ink for a little while now. I find it ever growing more difficult to... explain myself concerning these. It's like my ideas and emotions flow from my subconscious into form, skipping my brain altogether. I know what this poem expresses in my heart, yet I couldn't possibly describe it with any brevity or (likely) accuracy. Honestly it may only hold meaning to myself... but on the slim chance that it may speak to someone else out there, I can't withhold it as I would have in the past.
Anyway, I took a break from moping around with this damn... whatever it is (put that at the top of my Christmas list) and finally finished this. I always say "finished", but I'll admit I never really feel like they're done. I just lack the ability to perfect them so I just post them before I bury them out of frustration in the bowels of my hard drive. It's less that they're "good"- more like "good enough", but I've been called out for bashing my own stuff before, soo I'll just leave it at that.
Thanks for reading. Comments/critique welcome as always. Sorry for rambling more than usual, I blame the season- keeping me indoors and cooped up. I swear, I'd probably talk the paint off the walls if not for these opportunities to type the tips off my fingers. AND ON THAT NOTE, I'll just say I... dunno if I'll post anything else before the end of the year. Creativity isn't exactly flowing these days. If I don't, thanks for tagging along for the ride this year. It's been... weird for me, hope it's been good for you all. With any luck, we'll pick up right where we left off next year. 'Til then.
The bulk of this poem was in ink for a little while now. I find it ever growing more difficult to... explain myself concerning these. It's like my ideas and emotions flow from my subconscious into form, skipping my brain altogether. I know what this poem expresses in my heart, yet I couldn't possibly describe it with any brevity or (likely) accuracy. Honestly it may only hold meaning to myself... but on the slim chance that it may speak to someone else out there, I can't withhold it as I would have in the past.
Anyway, I took a break from moping around with this damn... whatever it is (put that at the top of my Christmas list) and finally finished this. I always say "finished", but I'll admit I never really feel like they're done. I just lack the ability to perfect them so I just post them before I bury them out of frustration in the bowels of my hard drive. It's less that they're "good"- more like "good enough", but I've been called out for bashing my own stuff before, soo I'll just leave it at that.
Thanks for reading. Comments/critique welcome as always. Sorry for rambling more than usual, I blame the season- keeping me indoors and cooped up. I swear, I'd probably talk the paint off the walls if not for these opportunities to type the tips off my fingers. AND ON THAT NOTE, I'll just say I... dunno if I'll post anything else before the end of the year. Creativity isn't exactly flowing these days. If I don't, thanks for tagging along for the ride this year. It's been... weird for me, hope it's been good for you all. With any luck, we'll pick up right where we left off next year. 'Til then.
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In this time, some parts of your description reminds me of how I ran around Affinity and bumped into a lot of people I never thought I would be speaking with today. Some of them who found themselves using techniques I didn't even know existed, but those same techniques haunted dreams, everywhere.
In my book, some extra detail is a must. I'm just glad that I did find people to teach me that a lack of detail is just as good, just as strong, just as potent. Even here, you just got to know your stuff. You don't have to be perfect, you'll always be judged on one side. Choose it to be something to smile about.
Yup.
In my book, some extra detail is a must. I'm just glad that I did find people to teach me that a lack of detail is just as good, just as strong, just as potent. Even here, you just got to know your stuff. You don't have to be perfect, you'll always be judged on one side. Choose it to be something to smile about.
Yup.
I don't have to be perfect, but it'd sure be nice now and again, eh?
With every poem, I just try to express something- maybe learn something along the way. If it turns out to be somewhat decent writing in the end, that's just icing. The reward comes from being read, not only from being accepted.
Thanks Sable.
With every poem, I just try to express something- maybe learn something along the way. If it turns out to be somewhat decent writing in the end, that's just icing. The reward comes from being read, not only from being accepted.
Thanks Sable.
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