I know it's been a minute since I published a poetry piece.I'm still a newbie in this poetry world and it's going to take some time to know the in's,and out's of this world.Also to know what's poetry or not poetry.I'm kind of feeling my way through this poetry stuff like I am with my writing. Some times I contemplate in mind is this poetry or not poetry,and then again some times I don't care,and I just write what I feel is poetry.Some times it maybe erotic or some times your gonna go what the hell is she writing. All I know is I try to go with the flow of how I'm feeling at that moment then I jot it down.Without further ado I will try to keep up in my poetry writing.Whether it's understandable or not I write what I feel,and the flow of my ink,lol..sorta speak.Oh! one more thing I discovered about poetry .Well, not discovered it's more like learning. I like writing Haiku you might see a lot of that on my blog as well.
With my hands I write these words
for which I have nothing to say
I write with an empty mind with
words wondering aimlessly
It feel as though I'm a writer
with nothing to write,with words
I can't compose.I try to bring them
to expose ,but I can't form anthing
to show.
My heart tells me to write.But my mind is
who seeking to form a meaning or a thought.
Feeling desperated to make line or two I
write so I can't form a letter or word that
I desire.They may seem odd at times
but the feeling is there when I form a
poetry line.
