so many want to thrust
their pain upon the world
via their words
and how quickly they stand
to call such threaded wounds
poetry
perhaps it is
to some varying degree
but it is just one avenue
my dear bleeding writer
not the entire city
pain in very many ways
is a rut
that too many allow
themselves to be
sucked into
they get caught up
in the vicious cyclone
of their own ego
wrapped up in the
deluded drama
of their lives before today
they can't find the tools
to get over themselves
let alone out of their own way
and so the words all a jumble
begin to flow from their pens
read my pain
know it well
it is my story
it is me
beneath the joy
under which it fell
and upon their lines
the imposter continues
to so dully attempt to shine
through 'The Burial' of the
true individual ............
(Jan 20, 2012 343am)
Author's Notes/Comments:
inspired by the mass abundance of 'poor me and my miserable life' poems one reads on here. Too bad post poems couldn't boycott those type of poems for 24 hours and force people to write something that reflects the joy one can find in the smallest things in life if one but looks rather than turning that light of creativity into the dark scary pit of their ever present pain. I write of my pain from time to time but looking back the bulk of my poetry is finding those tiny flecks of joy even when my life is turned upside down and on its ear. The creativity comes from that beautiful loving joyous part of us. Don't perpetually waste it on writing how bad your life is and how you should just end it. Save that for your diary. Write poetry that enlightens others, uplifts them, makes them smile and feel glad that they are alive. Poetry that connects to the lovely humanness of us all. Just a thought. Eventually poets should be able to work through their pain and come out on the other side and that is when the really amazing stuff starts to come to the page. Try it my fellow poets. Put down the chains of the past and unforgotten heart break and look around you and see with your otherworldly inner eyes all the amazing moments worth writing about. Infuse your readers with that umphhhhh that makes all of us want to get up again in the morning and think to ourselves okay yesterday was awful but today is a new day and I'm going to make the most of it. Yesterday is gone , tomorrow is just a figment of my imagination still but today, Ah, today I can elaborate on. That was what this poem was about. I had to shed that old skin of seeing all those poor me poems. I just couldn't take it anymore.
