Poetry
Writing to, from, and about the parts within. Sharing to normalize the healing process.
Out Now: How To Write Evocative Poetry
the body keeps the score
i’m frozen
reading the words scratched upon my soul
long before i knew how to read
but now that i’m baked
i’ve got a new take
a new way to remake
and rewrite the wake
so many tears
for so few words
it is on me
to see
and send love
inwardly
my shadow bleeds ink
yet i hold the pen
with these words
i begin again
for my story will be long
with chapters anew
and these words
are so few
the body keeps the score
but the pen holds the key
the paper is the door
so love what you see
begin again
This poem is inspired by my book, How To Write Evocative Poetry
I’ve Sold You My Soul
With this book
I’ve sold you my soul
Put myself on display
Showing you my whole
Here
Do you see the hole?
What was left
After my father’s toll
A prostitution of pain
A sympathy payroll
Here
Do you see the hole?
What was left
After her thoughtless console
A pitiful attempt
To reclaim what he stole
I wrote this for me
There’s no other goal
Love it or hate it
Fuck you all
No
Not you dear reader
Just those close to me
Those who chose to troll
Those who attempted to control
Those who don’t know me at all
No
For you I extol
The healing granted
By planting the flag pole
Open your mind to gaze upon your soul
Write
Take back control
Step through the keyhole
Put it on the page
And remake yourself
Into a stronger whole
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
Writing Therapy
Writing Therapy.
Just words on a page,
Or something more?
The page listens,
The page absorbs,
The page doesn’t judge.
The page can be discarded,
The page can be shared,
The page can be reread.
The act of writing heals.
It pulls the demons out.
It exposes them to the light.
It reveals them for what they are.
Fabrication.
Rumination.
Improbability.
Regret.
The act of writing instructs.
It informs our current state.
Shows our inner workings.
Forces us to be precise.
After writing comes the review.
By looking back we see the truth.
Of how far we’ve come.
Of our varied and ever changing moods.
Of different aspects of ourselves.
We see that we are more complex than our current mental state can possibly comprehend.
So write.
Write without judgement. Without pause for grammar or spelling. Without thoughts of what is appropriate or right. Without care for its readability. Without concern for the judgement of others.
It is the act of writing that counts, not the quality that you produce.
No one has to see it.
So just write.