Is it possible to write humorously?
To laugh by the format of the sad,
The dramatic,
And the misinterpreted?
Category: Poetry
Artist’s Struggle – Poem
Artists without struggle, struggle with art
Give It To Me! – Poem
Humour me damn it!
Give me something that shows me you care
Give me something so that i may pamper you with my love
Gives me reason to go on
You heartless beast…
I Demand Satisfaction! – Poem
Face me you coward!
Show me your true colours so that I may strike you down with vengeance you deserve
The law standing in my way
My consciousness freezing my hand by the hilt
Yet my heart yearning for satisfaction
What good is kindness when the person I value the most is gone?
I need your blood
please give it to me…
And I’ll give you mine
Feast of the Gulls – Poem
Fire rained over our heads
fume from the rocks seethed out of the ocean
Everything is quiet now
Except the gulls who shrieked and shuffled happily
Their meals now properly boiled
The Apitome of Stupid – Poem
Writing is the apitome of stupid
For the words that we create
And the advice that we give
Are only an extension of something already existing
Advice given to non other than our younger selves
Don’t Worry, Just Write – Poem
Who cares about the time you’re wasting
When it is time wasted in writing
You try to be efficient and write as much as you can
But efficiency is not a word a creative should use
Because there are no short cuts to perfection
Yet, hesitation is your greatest enemy
That which will swallow most of your time undone
You hesitate because you do not want to waste time
Yet you waste it when you hesitate
Therefore, effecinecy is your enemy
When your strive for that which is impossible
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Think of your imagination as your playground
And just have fun
Don’t worry
Just write
Lose yourself in your mind’s palace and explore
Improve and develop
What comes after will be something special
Earth’s Misfortune – Poem
It is only at the depth of night;
When the leaves lay melded with the earth
And the trees lay bare before my eyes;
That I am able to comprehend what was lost to me
For the earth shares in my misfortune
And weeps before my feet
Only then do I feel the most secure
The most accepted
And the most out of place
This poem was inspired from The Call Of Night by Sarah Doughty
Confidence Lost: Part 6 (Final)
Poetry Wednesday
Accept your lot
And grind away
Make good in society
And make a change
What is fiction but an escape?
A temporary window into something more exciting than us
Silly writer who believes he can stand above the rest and escape the monotony
Forever writing stories to forget the daily grind
No!
Suffer like the rest of us
For you can never escape that which we call reality
We call fate
Read the entire series here: Confidence Lost
Confidence Lost: Part 5
Poetry Wednesday
Writers claim to seek to understand human nature
But the only thing we can truly come understand is ourselves
Therefore, we are not writing for an audience
But to make sense of ourselves and its surroundings
No shit nobody reads what I write
For who care about me, but myself?
A sorry excuse of a writer
Dreaming of things big
Dreaming of things never to come
Read the entire series here: Confidence Lost
The Horrors of Writing 