TheRamblingPoet📚 Hello ma'am 🌷
Kinda busy, just on my work lunch
Continuate voi, ho già fatto la metà 😂😂
lol it’s just invoicing and stuff
Lmao it. So I write poetry when I’m bored
Welcome to my brain a sad river damed by insane. The anxious thoughts of forget me nots, the wide hate of whats on my plate. Welcome to my brain, pull the plug and watch it drain. Empty me into a pit of emptyness where ill exist. Forever always behind my thought of nothing more then what ive lost.
Hey yall. 🙂 poet here. I’m happy to have found some folks to read their work.
Best pre-20th century poet: go.
I like a little of most things. Of course I find the romantics to be my favorite at times. Nothing stays a favorite too long. Dissecting Mary Oliver currently.
That is a relatable feeling, for sure. I tend to think my favorite is whichever poet I read last. 😂
Yes! It happens like that lol. My moods change too swiftly to have a favorite long.
It's hard to settle in. Fortunately, we don't have to. 🙂 We can move from poem to poem, poet to poet, as the mood strikes us.
I will often have a line or several come to me and I’ll jot that down somewhere and work my way back around to it.
That's amazing! That would be a great book title. 😂
I look like a mad scientist to folks nearby getting in and out of vehicles, writing like I’ve snorted a White Castle.
😂 😂 You just made *me* snort.
It's great to stay out late!
I sometimes catch the same glimpse when I make eye contact with my reflection in the rear view. Their fright is justified.
I am pathetic an enemy all on my own; I dont deserve even your words for I should never be known. My battle lies beyond your eyes; Never seen fake smile lies. Your words collide against my thoughts; My thoughts of negative worthless plots. Many around would say pure luck; but is it luck when you feel stuck. I am pathetic in many ways;
Depression driven forever made. Not you nor I or any soul; Can patch the tare the growing hole. What you see behind this face a perfect life you would embrace; Is only but a magic trick to fool the world and let me slip, Slip on by your watching eye to live a day and wait to die.
I would definitely buy your book of parking lot poetry. It would be hilarious!
That's very pensive - very meditative. I like it!
I'm afraid I never keep my own writing. I usually destroy it after a few weeks. I just am never satisfied with it. It's a huge block. 😂
Give it a couple of weeks at least!
I try! I just...can't seem to keep it around.
I should either post it somewhere where it can't be deleted or give it to a friend or something. 😂
How long have you been writing?
Whatever I replied was deemed rude lol
I had no intentions or idea for that at all which is even more baffling
