Write what you know
She inspires me, I want to listen.
But when I write
My pen is colored dark ink and leaves
Darker words on the page-
Angry words, twisty scary passages.
Darkness is something I definitely don’t know
But I have to keep writing.
There is a lot I don’t know,
And even more I don’t really understand.
Hate and guns and wars and little coffins-
Indigo subjects I can’t comprehend.
Topics I really don’t want to write about,
But I have to,
Because I can’t let the purple ink absorb
Into my fingers and run coursing through my veins
And color my world darker
(The world is already so dark)
I must wipe my dirty fingerprints
Onto these blank pages
And let the darkness bleed.
I have to drink every shot of sunshine
And dance to bright music daily
To remind me of the beauties that still do exist.
And I must make optimism my drink of choice,
Positivity my addiction,
Because I have to figure out a way
To get back to writing beautiful things.
Poetry about love and stars and babies and new life
Verses filled with colorful joys of
Peace, security, and a world drunk with love.
(a world all colored yellow with JOY)
I have to get to that point
Where the happy poems and the poems about the beauty of the world
Is simply righting what I know.
I have to keep writing.