Sometimes I think poems are revelations
It is like our fingers or pens are dripping out with our feelings, concerns, emotions, regrets, desires, joys, fears and so on.
Our blood are being used as ink, transferring to the paper, colors of our lives.
Little by little we begin to loose ourselves, confessing to the world through our bleeding heart, looking for approval, for scape, for attention, but, for more than that, I would say inclusion.
We get real pain and create beauty,
We suffer for real and we pleasure for nothing. We twist our thoughts to create rhymes, we see what others ignore, we catch words from the wind, we drop our feelings to the world, for the sake of our on story.
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Malu (Pseudonym) (
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And that is why we write! I like this very much 🙂
Thanks for reading. Yes, we will keep writing our sufferings and our glories.
Poetry is my confession, my revelation, my despair - my tears and laughter, my release, my repair - my joy and my sorrow, my trouble and strife - it pours from my fingers its the ink of my life.
Lovely and truthful comment. You really related to my writing today. I think we've found the best community to reveal ourselves. I'm free. Thanks for reading
Malu, this is the most poetic, most eloquent, most beautiful, and most truthful description of what makes a writer I ever read. Great!
Thanks Fred. Your comment flatters me. I'm happy that you like it.
I am completely with you on this theme. Great job.
Thank you friend, yes
revelation, most of the time that's what poets feel.
Yes, thank you. This is a great word to define this. Revelation.
Good write and very true for many of us.
Bam! The complete truth. Amazing💓
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