Random letters form
Not sure
Where they'll lead
Or take me.
Except
Calling my soul
Pulling tugging forwards.
Journey of self-discovery
And exploration
What it means
To be me.
Regardless
Feeling towards myself
Or others.
Confronting monsters
Who hide behind
Sweetest of lies
Entrapping innocence.
Speaking words
Best ignored.
Others watch
Interested glee
Craving failure.
Bastards.
Surrender
Signing death warrant.
Something
Not prepared to do
Just yet.
Maybe tomorrow
Or day after.
Not today.
Therisa © 2018
Author's note: A 22 minute conscious (or unconscious) writing exercise, as I waited for the frozen vegetarian lasagna to cook.
11 comments:
Stream of consciousness poetics can lead us into surprising destinations. Depression is not our friend, and we all need safeguards to combat it. Sadly teen suicides are up.
I love this bit:
Others watch
Interested glee
Craving failure.
Bastards.
So true! They are everywhere.
Good to let those words wander and seek out their own journey. I like the writing process and who knows, where the self discovery will end up. Hopefully not in a dark place, not ever.
For some reason the words of the old song "Accentuate the positive, eliminate the negative, latch on to the affirmative, and dont' mess with mister in between" came to mind. Perhaps redirect the stream?
There are lines in there that can cut - jaggedly nice...
I'm glad "not today".
It’s interesting to follow those random letters and words – sometimes they can be bastards and other times the bastards are other people. But follow them we must – otherwise we’ll never know.
I liked your description of monsters hiding behind lies awaiting innocence.
Very relatable! Poetry for me has always been about self discovery, seeing what I might uncover. It often feels like I’m cracking open my ribcage. Sometimes that’s wonderful, sometimes not. Lovely poem.
Forgot to leave my name, sorry.
Angela
Heartbreathings2017blog.wordpress.com
Random words and thoughts can lead anywhere. In this case, a true depth of feeling.
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