everything
is getting grey
while the sun shines brighter and brighter
and i want to be able to see the sun
and the sky
and the stars
but nothing seems recognizable anymore
(and staring at the sun is real bad for your eyes)
~~~
humor
within
tragedy
is it a sign of good writing
or just deeper seeded depression
~~~
smaller poems
capturing
greater feelings
[isn’t/wasn’t that the aim all along?]
i want to do
something
with all these poems
posting them seems the best option
but also
i’m scared.
i’m scared of people seeing them
i’m scared of no one seeing them
i’m scared i’ll succeed
i’m scared i’ll fail
i’m scared of so many things
(when did i get so scared?)
~~~
creativity
breeds
creativity
depression
breeds
depression
just keep that in mind.
~~~
oh
when did i start writing
for me?
hey
zlnut
the coffee of the day
~~~
flick
of the tail
mowgli’s peace of mind
is never that peaceful
(except during catnaps)
(and even then…)
~~~
a short poem day
interesting
