• the_story_weed 148w

    I've often tried,
    but always failed,
    to capture myself
    in my poems.

    But some bits
    and pieces of
    me would still
    find their place
    in between the
    strange words.

    Often when I look
    at the white pages,
    blue strangers stare back.
    Although they make sense,
    I know they are not 'me'.

    So I've made blue
    my favourite colour,
    and tried to know,
    how, what and who they are.

    (They are all that I could be,
    and all that I never was.
    Some good, some bad;
    some tragedy I'll never see.)

    I've never been
    afraid of hollowness,
    over-feeling on the other hand,
    terrifies me to the bone.

    When I read poems
    that are dedicated,
    I feel the emptiness of mine.

    When I write poems,
    I like to sit in silence
    and be alone,
    but loneliness
    accompanies me too,
    and not the one where
    I need someone to be with ,
    but the one where my words
    feel lacking something.

    So I fill them up with
    some half-understood metaphor,
    and hope no one notices.

    I've 'made' Blue
    my favourite colour,
    but in my heart,
    Yellow will always
    be my favourite.

    I've written ninety-five
    poems to be exact,
    but this, will always
    be the most honest.

    Kinda fiction/ Kinda true

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    I've written ninety-five
    poems to be exact,
    but this, will always
    be the most honest.

    ©the_story_weed