They told me not to say The fault; It was all mine They told me not to say I am okay, its all fine They told me not to say The world is wrong from where I stand They told me not to say You will never understand They told me not to say Gods don’t walk this heathen earth They told me not to say It’s your choice to give a birth They told me not to say False truths my eyes can see They told me not to say I am thus and this is me They told me not to say We are slaves of silver linings They told me not to say Fallen stars don’t go out shinning They told me not to say There is no shepherd for this herd They told me not to say The sky don’t feel free for some old bird They told me not to say Love is a mirage of a migraine mind They told me not to say They light the lights to leave me blind They told me not to say Life can end between two thoughts They told me not to say Fate ends with a draw of lots
I find poetry as a gentle reminder, a medium to relay and dwell upon all things considerate people find inconsiderate. Poetry as an art is akin to a lamp or a magnifying glass. It trails volumes of meaning behind obscure, vague words. I have been writing for a time now, and intend to do so for the time to come. And hopefully, hopefully, hope that one day, someday, a person stumbling across this veil of words, find it alluring enough to shift aside the curtain and peer, into the eyes of the naked truth which sways with the wind of reason. If you have any thoughts, it would be my pleasure to know them, if you don't then it would be a pleasure to not. Be my guest. This feast of words is for you.
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2 thoughts on “They Told Me Not To”
One for the English literature textbooks, again! I am downright envious of your poetry skills at this point. You really bring a theme/concept/idea to fruition when you get into it.
You do me far too much honour, my friend. It’s heartening, extremely generous and yes, downright misleading, of you to compare my work to yours and deem yourself envious. Your poems are head and shoulder above anything I have written. Still glad you liked it ☺️… 🙏🙏
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One for the English literature textbooks, again! I am downright envious of your poetry skills at this point. You really bring a theme/concept/idea to fruition when you get into it.
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You do me far too much honour, my friend. It’s heartening, extremely generous and yes, downright misleading, of you to compare my work to yours and deem yourself envious. Your poems are head and shoulder above anything I have written. Still glad you liked it ☺️… 🙏🙏
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