-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
Ending the stigma through poetry
A diagnosis leads to a prognosis I take my pill – you know the drill Writer’s block hits me and seems to have defeat me Traded my creativity for stability
He drinks the liquid courage while staring at his phone. He wonders if he should tell her what’s been on his mind. He drinks to forget but the whiskey never lies.
I lit up his world like a firework display When it ended, he left And I was all alone in the dark contemplating Why I wasn’t enough to make him stay
Start looking at forever in your own reflection. If you can not learn to love what is looking right back at you, then how do you expect someone else to?
Poets create their best work late at night. They do so in order to construct their own dreams while everyone else is alseep.
Madness and brilliance go together. Just like darkness and light. One can not exist without the other.
People almost always have ulterior motives. Be careful who you tell your secrets to friend.
Everyone has a different past, untold secrets and inner demons no one has met. None are alike. If you look closely, you will see it in their writing.
I found strength in forgiving you even though you did not deserve it. I did it so I could be at peace with the past and the hurt you caused me.
Empathy Poetry 