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[abstract rapids]

Whispers Seem To Take The Form Of Guttural Screams
These Day Dreams Are Something Im Consistently Awoken From
Im Just Trying To Slow This Roll Towards Whats Meant To Become
Riches Deteriorate Into Worthless Trash Littering My Mental Slums
I Understand What I Have To Offer Is Less Than An Optimal Sum

Clumsy Words Of Mine Expose This Vulnerable Spine
Lungs Escape Their Bounds And Embrace Fresh Air
This Heart Is Hiding Something Im Not Yet Willing To Declare
Square Circles Envelop These Love Triangles
We Deny The Obvious Continuously Splitting Hairs

[abstract rapids]

@misty flame If you write like me, any suggestions on this? It feels complete yet still missing something, I dont know lol

[misty flame]

I have a suggestion. I always write until I poured every feeling down in that poem until I know I filled the cup up. Personally I always have to find the right words to describe what I feel. Write until you know it’s enough. If you don’t think it’s enough, don’t pressure yourself. It took me a year to finish one poem just only cause I wait for those feelings to come back again