starts of things with which
to fly, sparks that set
fire to my soul- I try
but fail to finish them- idea
after idea condenses into a
few lines or sentences.
I have this habit of starting things, but never completing them. I have an entire word document full of poems that are just waiting for an end.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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my life. crossing my fingers hoping we both finish. or in my case, even start some things.
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