Now, I am not in a frame of mind where I want to leave anyone right now – I am not depressed, I am not suicidal today, I am not hinting at any discomforts emotionally at all; yet despite this, today has been a day where poetically, I cannot help but write about relationships ending, leaving a former life etc. and this is just a fluke… or is it? Am I going through some kind of subconscious rebirth? Is this the start of a midlife crisis? I haven’t a clue, but currently I think I am very happy with the people who are in my life.
A lot of my poems are based on my past, particularly my childhood. But the ones I have written today are largely focusing on sexual relationships that are coming to a close, yet I am not in this situation – though I have been once. But the words in the poems would have been different surely? As I never left them, they didn’t leave me for the reasons I wrote about today, so where these poems came from is a mystery to me.
Another thing is I have written two poems today and both of those poems have a particular sentence in common “It’s not that I don’t love you”, now, I have had this said to me on many occasions before, when I was about to be dumped – the excuses that came after were varied.
Sometimes a writer can be in a frame of mind to write about something they have never experienced and usually I have been told that this is wrong – you should always write about what you know in order to sound authentic. So let me know if you think it sounds authentic enough for a person who has never experienced what I wrote about in the two poems I will post later in the week called “It’s not that I don’t love you” and “It’s not that I don’t love you 2”.
Thank you for reading
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curious mind of a growing author
Filed under About Me, About my work
I need my freedom
My essence is in pain
Being imprisoned drives it insane
This world has locked me in
It has accused me of sin
Yet I only came for sanctuary
I had no place to go
How can I ever tell it?
I don’t even know
I am locked in prison
But it’s for my own good
I am trapped here forever
Because I’m misunderstood
I hope I break free soon
I hope I’m not doomed
I hope I have a saviour
I feel so entombed
I need to spread my wings
And do ordinary things
Like being free and being me
And all my yearnings
I hope I can leave this world
I hope it’s heard my song
I want to leave
To stay I’ll grieve
I hope it sees it’s wrong
But for now all I can do is wait
I hope it’s not my fate
To stay not leave or I will grieve
Forever and a day
I need freedom
I need my family
I need my friends
And I will never leave them ever again
I want freedom
Please let me leave
And retrieve my life before I came here
You know I need them
I need to go
How do I show, that I am innocent?
And that you’ve got me all wrong?
I need my freedom
I need my freedom
I need my freedom
Filed under poetry
Oh Summer
The summer brings freshness to the air around us
A warm breeze that gets into the bones warming our insides and feeding us with drops of the sun
The rustle of the trees around me sing a tune of ancient songs
I am in love with this place
My love for it is strong
Oh summer, to deny me of your presence, is wrong
Filed under poetry