Words intrigue me every day, i write them down, expressing them my way.
I recite my work inside and out, reading it back it often fills me with doubt.
It leaves me wondering is my work any good, but I do take criticism but please don’t be rude.
My writing may not be up your street, it might make you laugh, or it might make you greet.
Writing is my therapy it helps me offload, If I didn’t have it my head would explode.
When my work is complete, I just put it away, being content with myself that it's been written my way.
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The Fife Wanderer (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: From the heart
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We all have doubts about our writing, especially when you re-read it. I’m impressed with the rhyming and how you kept it along, and my head would also explode if i didn’t write.
Very honest poem, everyone writes in a different way, myself just pen, paper and what ever comes out, comes out. There are people who will say what is poetry and what is not, and that is good and that is not, just ignore it. They are your writings, feelings, thoughts etc and you are happy with them, that is enough. Also a lot people do use writing as a way of releasing the pressure of the mind, it can be a life saver, keep writing.
Exactly what I feel. So, my way and my highway. 👍🏻
Orright, I promise not to be rude....go for it...!
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