you know how people say that eveyone has a talent, you’ve just got to find yours?
well i don’t think i do.
the only thing that i’ve ever been able to do remotely well, is write poetry, but even that isn’t good enough to stand out.
this is a poem called ‘The Quiet Screams the Truth’

“Cutting like a razor, the silence takes hold
Replacing this artificial confidence with nothing but cold
Tearing away everything you once thought to be true
And leaving the reflection with something that formerly looked like you

You can grab at the past and pray for return
But nothing is undoing this final crash and burn
These memories are stronger than you will think
And they won’t go away, no matter how much you drink

Their hungry cries and bleeding stares
Aren’t worth screaming about, no one really cares
So listen to the silence and throw away your youth
Because you know as well as I do that the quiet screams the truth”

i don’t know what its about, the metaphores are simple, but hazey. when i write poetry, i vent. its like a dancer letting the music just carry them, or an artist allowing the brush to take over. i let my emotions flow through into words, onto paper, and into the real world.