I’m quick to speak, though slow to respond. I don’t listen too well, if I think it’s wrong. I’m always thinking, so if you want you know… you can ask. But what will I say, will it even matter, will you put down your mask? Will I put down mine? I’m always changing what I say, because I don't know how to stick, everything just slides off, but then I think, about how much this really matters. Let it go. It’s about what I do, what changes I can make, and how to put my everything into everything, climbing up this unsturdy endless ladder. I want to understand. I want to pick everything apart. I want the answers to be revealed to me. Look inside everyone’s heart. I’m unsatisfying to be around, because everything around me is unsatisfying, I’d like to show you my oras, the freedom and skies painted in my mind… I’d like to reveal to you my memories and touch you their exposed essence…leaving you with so many things to find. I like to paint what I see, and use how it makes me feel to let it be beautiful. Art is inspiration, it marks those who it's revealed to, with the artists thoughts and presence. Art is a universal tool. It’s hard sometimes to focus when I think a lot of things are bullshit. I find it hard to listen, I turn lights off, everything’s a sick habit…and I’m afraid of the rough waters, that will force me to flow with it. I just need some kind of inspiration, there’s so much more room for love and expansion, so many different places things could fit. thanks for reading. peace & <3
kidder, oh you are one for phsychoanalysing! but phsychoanalysation is for the literal - which poetry tends not to be. why dont you have a christmas break eh, shrink?
how we change from day to day yet always believe in your self and to be yourself must come from the falling away of doubt... love n peace from saff kidder you write what you feel and poetry is literal if written from within.. but true kidder you could be alittle positive,towards words so full of learning , for wisdom comes from the path we walk and those we meet through poetry carries moments of wisdom.......................to learn again...... to remember ....
hm... my christmas was alright. Thanks. Hope yours was as well. I have 'inspiration'. Everything inspires me. I just need to find where to direct it. I write how I feel to get it all out...sometimes it's enchantic, sometimes it's dark...sometimes it might not even make sense to you at all. I feel a lot of different ways... Writing is a vent. I hope you have a great New Years.
