Often I am confused on my identity as a writer of free verse. Do the poems shape me or do I create the poems? It's a universal debate through history of centuries with origins in Greek etymology. I am the Poet as well as the Poem no doubt. It offers great power and responsibility. Hubris has been the downfall of countless artists who assumed they could touch the sun like ancient myths. The door of a story is the one that opens us whole and true. Stories are told with a delicate brush. The wind might seem invisible sometimes like our own memories. Nostalgia is something which buries me in time. I often wander my consciousness in search of something intangible. These words are mine yet they do not belong to me. It's the zen artifacts inside me. Thank you little voices for stretching out these days into years. As we age, the stories become more prominent. Together, us humans will learn to adapt and communicate with more warmth. I feel things too. These journeys are essential to the experiences we all long for. I always gather the lines above and deposit them in a secret reservoir.
I am the navigator as well as the ocean that runs through it. My story is endless as infinity and a bit mournful. I try not to dwell on the negative. My words are inserted from wisdom shared by other authors. I value insights that provoke and emote. Thanks little voices. One day, I will rise again.
Often I am confused on my identity as a writer of free verse. Do the poems shape me or do I create the poems? It's a universal debate through history of centuries with origins in Greek etymology. I am the Poet as well as the Poem no doubt. It offers great power and responsibility. Hubris has been the downfall of countless artists who assumed they could touch the sun like ancient myths. The door of a story is the one that opens us whole and true. Stories are told with a delicate brush. The wind might seem invisible sometimes like our own memories. Nostalgia is something which buries me in time. I often wander my consciousness in search of something intangible. These words are mine yet they do not belong to me. It's the zen artifacts inside me. Thank you little voices for stretching out these days into years. As we age, the stories become more prominent. Together, us humans will learn to adapt and communicate with more warmth. I feel things too. These journeys are essential to the experiences we all long for. I always gather the lines above and deposit them in a secret reservoir.
those words in your pocket are yours to build your story with. <3
oh i am definitely buying you a book.
thank you, little voice. <3
I am the navigator as well as the ocean that runs through it. My story is endless as infinity and a bit mournful. I try not to dwell on the negative. My words are inserted from wisdom shared by other authors. I value insights that provoke and emote. Thanks little voices. One day, I will rise again.
as every atom belonging to you, as good belongs to that wave, that sea.
Thank you.
and you, little voice. <3