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

Confidence Lost: Part 2

Poetry Wednesday

A story long forgotten

Never read

Never understood

Where do the readers hide?

Those that would make the story whole

Validates its content

Validates its creator

And the message it tries to convey


Like a fungus,

a story needs a narrative connected

Brought together by the minds and fantasies of the reader

Existing not only on paper

But at a conscious level as well

Beyond the words of its creator

Beyond the language of the written word

And into the matrix that we call

The universe


Read the entire series here: Confidence Lost