untitled (does it means it's bad??)

[cassiopeia]

Love’s dancing on my finger tip. The ocean rise, sun fades. The chill is biting in my nose…I’ve never taken all the things life offered me. I never wear all the bright colours…so I had to look up, find out what to be…I saw the ice in his eyes, I saw the beauty in the rain. And so I meet you…your melody made me fly. You made the world shimmer. Twinkle and glow with the stars…the summer romance kissed me cheek. But you were the one to show me what love truly are… Love’s dancing on my finger tip. The ocean rise, sun fades. The chill is biting in my nose.

so I'm kind of unsure if this is bad or not, I'm worring too much about my poetry, it neer feels like it's good enough..I got a bad habit looking down on myself..I put this into one mess bunch so you can split it up the way you want to..

Cassi

[Sininabin]

Poetry, i never look at it as bad and good. You should never write for life expectations but write for youself, Happyness in writing poems is about how the poem makes you feel and if it raises you and moves you. Even if it doen't affect anyone eles that way you should be happy with that. not saying your doen't move anyone though just specking hypotheticly. you know how to copy an paste from word to here?

[Vetty214]

I agree with Sininabin. When you decide to write you need to write for yourself first. A purpose can be as simple as "because I find comfort" from it. If in the chaos of life in this world you somehow affect just one person with your written words then you have achieved a great thing. Even if that one person is you! Have a great life! Vetty

[Vetty214]

Cassio: I found the following in an old journal and thought I would share it with you since it kind of reflects about feelings of inadequacy.

I have always written down words to try and improve the way I feel inside, especially when my emotions are in turmoil. I have even written poetry at times, I'm not sure it was very good poetry, but it was my poetry. Today, I am feeling down, as if someone beat my body black and blue and I accepted it because I felt I deserved it. It is kind of like, not feeling good about yourself while at the same time you hate everyone else.

I'm glad to say this was a long, long time ago!!! Vetty