I've realized that my poems are a bit artful, photographic and musical . Short, sweet, repetitive.
I sing them sometimes when I write.
The world had become a bit tense, I needed to exhale I needed some practice. This was about the insecurities of growing, being in love, being in your own body, figuring out your mind. Saying goodbyes, consoling your childhood self. A journal of 2020 completed in 2021. With the new year approaching I thought I'd bring it to a close.
I think I'll make another small Anthology this one was for quick fleeting thoughts and moments they were meant to be unfinished, unpolished like most of my old poems.
I always feel like the most instinctual thoughts are some of my best. But for the next I'll put more thought into it, hopefully. Maybe lol. I don't ever think I'll be a serious writer I honestly don't know how to be one tbh but nevertheless,
Thank you for reading!
And see you soon.
YOU ARE READING
Untitled Anthology for the 20 somethings
PoetryMoulding myself into something I'm not. a love letter to all the sweetly gorey things and afflictions that are a part of being a young adult like love, insecurities and vulnerability in 15 parts. Image: "Connected, Communicating" Noah Kocher.
