I write.
Randomly.
Truthfully.
Harshly...
Gently,
Hardly Blandly,
often mindlessly and senselessly.
Insightfully, vividly.
I feel intensely.
And do my best to express it directly.
All these pieces of stories
hovering over me. Haunting me.
I'm using this to explore magnified insight.
Magnified vision.
To vent,
to celebrate,
descriptions,
expressions,
my perceptions...
But what must come forth
is discipline.
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Your closing lines ...
... "But what must come forth is discipline." ... may lead to some unexpected places ... maybe even to rhyme and meter. A lot of great AP writers take a dim view of these conventions. But, let's face it ... using letters, words, punctuation, or any of the particulars of communication requires discipline. Otherwise we'd be stuck in babil. Thanks for your poem. Warm regards, Sultan
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yeah i relate!
I just started writing randomly earlier this year
and this is how I felt and feel.
Now I'm stuck a bit. I don't know if its just a phase that I'l "regret/not be proud of" later, or its legit, and I'm sick.
good poem.
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