I have traces of me
scattered around the web.
Some of them nameless
others not.
I have scattered pieces of me
some abandoned
others not.
I crave the times
when being unknown was
an easy kind of trick.
Now I feel like pouring all my brain
into even smaller
nameless
little parts.
As much as praise
and recognition fuel me
they also set my surroundings on fire.
They poison
every thing
that I tried to keep pure
for myself.
Creating
and living
and thinking.
As much as I don't like to admit it
I fell prey
to the same
(day in)
(day out)
trap
as most of us.
Sometimes I wonder
just what kind of person I would be
if the opinions of others didn't matter.
I am deeply grateful for all the small little tidbits of private expression that I still have. I used to be paranoid about the blog, concealing it and not talking about it and hiding it from search engines. I have let go in part of that, over the years I have shown it to one, maybe two people.
And I am grateful for all it is. A private little space, where I can write silly little words and I don't have to worry too much if it's not good enough or not.
This is a beautiful poem and reminded me of a poetry book I have on my bookshelf, there is a poem in there by May Swenson called "How Everything Happens" and the spaces between the words draw a wave, similar to how you formatted your poem.
ΑπάντησηΔιαγραφήI have been following your blog for years and have always found your writing captivating because it is so personal and insightful. I have seen many blogs on this platform over the years and yours is one of those rare few that are truly special. There are so many amazing writers sharing pieces of their puzzles, so many stopped writing or disappeared altogether. Please don't ever stop writing and sharing your experiences.
Thank you truly for giving so much of your time to my words over the years. I suppose I will not stop writing for as long writing feels like a necessity.
ΔιαγραφήI am glad you still write. So few people still do. It seems like people don't have the attention span to appreciate the written word anymore. They fill their days with Twitter, Instagram, Facebook and TikTok. That isn't art. Those are vapid forms of expression.
ΑπάντησηΔιαγραφήOh I do not blame these to be honest: I have found amusing and thought-provoking content on these platforms. I guess it is more about personal choices and the medium each person prefers to express themselves over time.
ΔιαγραφήI do find myself missing various blogs I used to read over the years myself though.