Poetry originates from the gaze of the sun, and more or less everything that is fun. Here’s a take on poetry in the absurd via a letter to the poet in you.
It’s you, deep inside, what’s your score? I hope it isn’t 9:4. Take control of yourself before it’s too late, coz when it’s 9:4, there won’t be more.
Alcohol may not be the best that your body gets, but maybe its the best it can enjoy with… Relish the bitterness of alcohol with the sweet joy of it.
Every time you remind me, I realize that I’m no zany substitute to you. If I kill myself betime, I’ll make sure I’m no substitute.
Being loved is a gift we receive from the universe. Many times we look to be loved but feel unloved. Feel moved and move others too, blessed from within.
Ever been up somewhere in the middle, wondering, pondering and bleeding some poetry? Waiting for it to go out of your soul through the ink out to the world?
Wonders of love don’t come in easy. Yes, love is blind, and it will remain so, but judgments from the society will kill it… A Word Of Advice for you…