Having a mediocre day, which doesn't have anything to do with money. I decided to watch the news while I had my morning coffee only to find out today we have reached the limit of the planet's ressources that we could (sustainably) use for the whole year... Anyway it made me feel helpless and I've been feeling helpless towards a number of things lately. I don't know why I'm commenting this, just thought it was as good a place as any to evacuate some thoughts (?) so sorry for the negativity...
I love poetry, It might be my favourite thing. But I don't love asking my close ones to buy my book off of amazon and then realizing I worked really hard on something and some of my closest friends won't even read it. I don't love that if I want to write poetry as a main life thing, I am depending on people to support my dream. I miss when poetry was just this thing to clear my mind. So I thought I'd take you up on that writing prompt.
aw coralline i feel you, the news has a way of never making us feel good. i think you've perhaps accidentally hit on a self worth note here: why don't you like asking people to buy your book? why don't you want to depend on people?
and thank you so much for sharing your poem ❤️ "people always want to know / where you are from / and they never ask / how far you've come" absolutely love.
Having a mediocre day, which doesn't have anything to do with money. I decided to watch the news while I had my morning coffee only to find out today we have reached the limit of the planet's ressources that we could (sustainably) use for the whole year... Anyway it made me feel helpless and I've been feeling helpless towards a number of things lately. I don't know why I'm commenting this, just thought it was as good a place as any to evacuate some thoughts (?) so sorry for the negativity...
I love poetry, It might be my favourite thing. But I don't love asking my close ones to buy my book off of amazon and then realizing I worked really hard on something and some of my closest friends won't even read it. I don't love that if I want to write poetry as a main life thing, I am depending on people to support my dream. I miss when poetry was just this thing to clear my mind. So I thought I'd take you up on that writing prompt.
How far I've come
Here I am again
here where houses
never change
the cars drive fast
right off the highway
'cause who would waste
any more time
where grass only grows
for it to be cut anew
where rain only pours
to wash chalk off pavement.
"You're going places."
I was told
when I was only
16 years-old
"I sure hope so."
I threw back
I couldn't wait
to leave this place
in the past.
But here's the thing
people always want to know
where you are from
and they never ask
how far you've come
and "going places"
is only a detour
before going home
to those same houses
you've always known.
(ig: sweeeet_coralline)
aw coralline i feel you, the news has a way of never making us feel good. i think you've perhaps accidentally hit on a self worth note here: why don't you like asking people to buy your book? why don't you want to depend on people?
and thank you so much for sharing your poem ❤️ "people always want to know / where you are from / and they never ask / how far you've come" absolutely love.