I don't usually like to share what i write
but
art is for sharing?
i dont like to call what i write poetry
due to the sheer fact
that it's mushy, sad, hopeless and generally negative
but....why would i keep it inside?
i don't often enjoy what i write either, but here is something i actually feel has substance....sad or not...with made up words...and form... and a general lack of structure and abiding by rules...
"art"
Repeater:
An undressed state of mind, and a fitting topic,
short as ever, but still, on I linger.
Ahead in new directions of self worth
and noticing strength in everyday life.
Like lifting your head off your pillow each morning,
small victories painting little pictures that make grand images.
Past the usual sights with their usual conversations,
most of them can't smell the smog from the trees.
Autopilotiers ,
simplicity in its highest regard,
leading to a big bang.
Extinction,
and a new chance for the privileged
A cloud casts a shadow of doubt,
but it's only filled with belief
weightless matter
clouds inside of cages
kind of like books,
with no pages.
