Had I any other way to put this, I wouldn’t
Of all the ways one can embrace to be
The most impactful is our necessity
Of eachother, of no one outside of ourselves
The more the words, the less concentrated the meaning
What good is expression? If it narrows down doors that should’ve welcomed, all minds, all sorts
Of integration, in this disintegration
Call me. I probably won’t pick up
The danger isn’t in disagreement, it lies in our bereavement
Would you walk with me till your feet are sore?
What if I told you the journey has nothing to do with physicality?
Mind-fuck
And just as I’m about to rediscover the pieces of the puzzle
I am no longer intrigued by what I can’t shuffle, with my own hands
The lesser beings of a man, surround the profound errors of his ways
Concluding with the One and Only
The surface signals towards internal state, time and again
The hollower the guitar, the more the senses raise, in retrospect
None but ourselves can hit bull’s eye without first imagining the dartboard with our instincts
I hope you are planning to write again?
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I write a lot, still. I just don’t post anymore. I’m trying to find the right way to do it this time. Would you recommend anything?
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there is no right way. there is a personal way. write what is on your mind or heart.
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Yeah.. No other way, is there?
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does anyone really wanna read the awful thoughts of my bizarre mind when I am all twisted in anger or apathy. i don’t want to frighten anyone. but i have to confess that some wicked or weird minds do write rather fascinating stuff without seeming too scary
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Hahaha that made me chuckle. I dont know what it is, ive been told i write of pain, cynicism and existential angst in a “beautiful” way, which is beautiful for the reader ofcourse because for me to express it feels like such a blurr.
I try to write most when I have awful or bizarre thoughts, like you said, without thinking too much of what anyone else will think. Or when im having a bad time. It keeps me sane. It helps me understand retrospectively and find in between the lines that little something that keeps me moving forward. Although, ive had my writers block, ive left writing entirely for periods to have piece of mind, etc. So in the end, if i do write, i try to be honest with myself. If i dont write, i give myself time to come to terms with myself and do so when im ready for it.
Give yourself time Steph.
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you must be in that stage of peace of mind. I hope you this means you found tranquility and don’t need to exorcise the negative spirits from your psyche.
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No, no. I do exercise the negative thoughts, after all, they need to be let out. But what I’m trying to tell you is that you shouldn’t feel bad for having them or for the fear of other people judging you for them.
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thank you. I tend to post some of my dark side in rare moments but my worst ones are kept to myself. my venom might poison my relationships and I think that we truly don’t need to show our worst side to others. we should suffocate those worst impulses because the more we express it the more we feel it., so I believe. Containing our emotions is a good self discipline. there is a vicious side of me that I want to restrain. the whole world needs to restrain its worst impulses, don’t you agree ?
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“the more we express it the more we feel it” so true. I agree. Been off the emotional discipline lately. Feel like most of the stuff i write is not understandable for the average reader too, so idk. Knots, aha.
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its apparently not being shared here or you are writing but not being posted. are you afraid to frighten your readers? :)
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if I am repressed or depressed there is only the method of darkness and madness. I try to avoid posting what bile flows then
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