Would you look upon another man’s darkness, and tell him what he sees?
I would not.
Though I do understand your anger. Angry, I would be too, if years of hard yellows and laborious blues had been scratched out by an easy black.
An easy, fatal black.
Tomorrow shall be a positive day.
Tomorrow I shall rise at 6am to go running in the park.
Tomorrow I shall tidy my living area, even sweep away the dusts of time. The aching grains of sand.
Tomorrow I will not smoke any cigarettes, or play my guitar, for I worry that these objects will kill me. One my body, the other my soul.
Sometimes I wonder what I have to gain from writing such bullshit.
This does not make me feel better, but it calms the heavy waters in the ocean of my-SELF.
This does not fix broken relationships.
This does not make my lies into truths.
This will never be read by anybody but me, this book will be hidden, like everything else. Like my-SELF.
I claim to be an artist.
That would make sense if I even knew what one were.
Would you look upon another man’s darkness, and tell him what he sees?
I wouldn’t.
But I’ve been staring at my own for so long, I no longer recognise what I see.
I don’t know if I remember what the LIGHT looks like.
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Whenever I read something that I find closely reflects myself and what I’m going through/ have gone through, I always find it hard to respond. Although I suppose that may be a good thing, in how that reminds me that I’m not alone in this situation. But it’s obviously also bad because it isn’t good that any of us are in our certain situations. I thank you for this poem though. It’s nice, in a morbid way.
i have a hard time responding too. it’s really good,i can relate. it seems like everything used to be in color,now it’s like all just shades of gray. nothing is as bright as it used to be,and i wonder sometimes if maybe it was always like this. but i know it wasn’t because i can i remember when things were bright. it’s just things have changed and idk how to make it go back. it’s been awhile since it was sunny,so it’s hard to remember. i think time makes everything fade,but that includes the good things sometimes. we just have to have hope and know that they do exist,and will come about again. thanks for this.:)
i think writing and poetry is a form of art,and judging by this,i think your a wonderful artist. the point of art is to convey emotion,right? i love this poem.
Thank you all, I try and promote myself as a writer/artist, but the majority of people don’t “get” me. I think this is the first place where people truly understand what I’m writing about, because you’ve all been through/are going through the same stuff as me. Thanks again for your comments 🙂
Liam, I actually am an artist (of sorts), I actually get paid for doing what I do, so I feel the need to pass on a bit of advice if you want to be successful in this field. Feel free to tell me to fuck off if u don’t want o hear it.
1. Promoting yourself as an ‘artist’ will only score you brownie points from people who don’t matter. To everyone else, you will just look pretentious.
2. If people don’t ‘get’ your work, it is not because they are stupid. It is because you were unsuccessful at effectively conveying your message. As creatives, we MUST learn to process negative feedback because that is what will make you grow creatively. Don’t blame others for what is essentially your failure.
Keep writing, you have some potential there but I honk the attitude might be holding you back from real creative progress
This is beautiful writing…whenever you would capitalize ‘self’, it reminded me of the book Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse. If you haven’t read it, you should. Very beautiful book, and I can relate to it a whole bunch.
Whenever it comes to soul searching and finding your-SELF, things get blurry for a while. What makes up your SELF, the deepest part of your being and who you really are, is a number of things. It can sometimes get confusing to try and name those things, but eventually it will happen. The search for one’s self is long, and I’m currently on that search. It’s a tough one, but becomes beautiful. When you find you, nothing can ever stand in your way.
That was just me ranting, and maybe you have already found your SELF. Just letting you know how this type of thing is for me.
Again, awesome post.