Obviously inspiration credit goes to Walter Savage Landor’s poem The Maid’s Lament.
I’ve been struggling recently so have been falling back on antimony poetry.
For once I managed to write something that didn’t end in negativity. I had to constantly resist the urge to end it in a morbid way.
I like to put myself in a spiral of self pity and hatred to somehow give myself the passion to write; I managed to write this simply from genuine admiration for someone.
It’ll end. It always does. I’m not a very nice person, I’m dull, and damanged. And when that comes out… it will end.
You’ll all be graced once more with destructive poetry soon.
We had to write a piece of prose text at university the other day; we were being trained on how best to get our students to write creativity and to distinguish ‘story’ and ‘narrative’. It was very eye-opening.
We were given the ‘story’ of Midas; and asked to turn the ‘story’ into a narrative. I wrote my narrative but was truly not happy with how it came out. So I decided to turn that narrrative into a poem.
I’ve made a huge mistake recently… I’ve allowed myself to develop feelings again. This is happening too often. I don’t want to keep falling into the same cycle of catching feelings, ruining friendships, and then being left alone.
I thought I was just being helpful and I care for them, I truly care for this person. I just want them to be happy. That’s all I want, but my stupid heart gets involved.
So I’m afraid, I’ve got a few poems left to publish on here that do focus on that person as my muse but no more.
No more poetry after that.
My mother once sent me a link to an website that was selling a 16th century assassins cabinet disguised as a book. This small cabinet held within it bottles of poisons and potions and herbs all in little draws labelled with gold latin inscriptions. Lord knows if I had the crazy amount of money it was being auctioned off for I would have got it. It’s was beauty and decay, intellect and death, empowering and deadly, all rolled into one. It was perfect.
So, recently I’ve found someone who seems to love writing as much as I do; and it’s literally amazing. We bounce ideas of each other and send one another our poems to get opinions and feedback. It’s such a wonderfully safe space. It’s made me so comfortable and secure in being able to share my ideas, and poetry with someone who understands and appreciates poetry. For that, I am so grateful.