(A PROSE INTO POETRY EXPERIMENT)
think the world of you
too good to be true
really needed to hear that
reeling for months now
suffocating on mortality emotions
lost that courageous love for life I think I once had
half in and half out
then you came and you were
intoxicating and unreal
feel like all her light is pulling me out of this darkness and I’m having hope again
wait? You’re having hope again?
that was the thing I had lost
funny how you really can’t go on without hope
but it is so damn fragile
you know how when you are young you feel like something good is going to happen it’s just around the corner? And then sometimes (not always) as you get older you feel like the corner gets longer and longer?
I always believed we make our own fortune, our own hope to some extent. Our own outcomes
but sometimes it’s nice to have the fantasy too
when you live inside an iceberg and nobody really really adores you, then it’s damn tempting to believe it
I felt suddenly like I wasn’t this dull girl
depleted, At the general lack of care people have toward one another
I like the intensity we feel as teenagers where our best friend is our world and we are so passionate. I like the feeling of mattering and of it being something really strong and unshakable. When you are kids and you promise something and it means the world. I don’t like the feeling of tepid disinterest
A friend I had doesn’t have emotional space for friends. They complain about not having any but they really doesn’t have time for them. They are one of those people who is obsessed with and lives through their child
oh there was such a lovely moment where I wished it were!
she seemed to think I was like them but I’m not like them
I cannot compete with and cannot keep up with, the A list. That is okay
I am not a glorious incredible person and that is okay
struggle some days just to get through a day. I am on a different track. I don’t know why I wasn’t made more for shining but I am who I am. I am the person in my poetry, if you want to call me dark and lost then so be it. I have to be myself I can’t be someone else anymore
nothing worse than someone finally seeing who you are and rejecting you – better to get it out in the open and let them decide
sometimes you can look good in photos, happy even, but behind the smile there is a person who is trying really, really hard just to make it through the day. I admire shiny-happy-people I really do. I don’t condemn them. I guess I envy them. But I am not that person
It is funny though how when your fantasy comes true even for a moment, you start asking yourself again, can I try to be that person? Maybe it would work?
sometimes you know your limits. And you know from experience when you try to push them, you will crash and burn to a husk
I may end up being nothing more than some girl who wrote a few easily forgotten books of poetry to add to a huge list of inconsequential people who wrote and thought they’d BE something. What is it to be?
I try hard every single day to get through the day and that alone is a battle
like I told the girl, I come from broken people and I saw the broken world long before I saw the shiny world. I happen to be proud of not being cruel and uncaring in response to this. If that is my only claim then
but what a funny experience…. To for just a moment, feel like a girl again, on the verge of something, turning a corner. I almost forgot myself and turned. I almost believed it would be something real