#poeticallyspeaking

Just your

Sun saturated gaze

The magic switch

To my creativeness

You

Water me

So

My soul yearns

For dreams

And unspoken

Melodies

Overflowing

They say to write good poetry You need to write what you feel. But what if you don’t know what you feel What if you’re empty? Like the void that is silence Only broken by the ticking of the kitchen clock. They say to write good poetry You need to write what is real To you. But what if you don’t know what is real Anymore? Your worst nightmares dripping like a leaking faucet, slowly flooding your waking reality. They say to write good poetry You need to write your truth. But what if no one want to hear your truth What if they won’t listen And it is strangling you? A blood python, a boa constrictor, an anaconda; the truth crushing your bones and slowly killing everything you love.

How do I write good poetry then?

Of never

Adjacent to happily ever after

And maybe

Full of opportunity

Optimism

Fear

And loneliness

I consume it all

And find a way

To

Forever etched in my soul

I swallowed

Now

Drenched

In the possibility of

There’s no escaping

I’d let go for

Release control

And

Go with the flow for

All because

Of the look in your eyes

You can’t lie

Your soul

But

Kept options

So

It was never real

It couldn’t be

Right?

If so,

You’d never anticipate