I am sick of trying to sound beautiful.
Transform my thoughts, flowing and musing together inside my head turn into something beautiful sprawled out on a page.
I think I'm going to try writing words just as I say them.
Raw and untouched, exactly as I am.
I am tired of chipping away my granite statue in all its imperfection and magesty. I don't want to look back at my painting and grab the brush, hastily bloching out all the ugly parts.
Everything and everyone wants to fit you into their idea of just right.
They all want to make you ' beautiful'
And fit you into their box.
They really do.
I do.
But I am done.
And now my thoughts unravel, spinning and throbbing, making their way in black down a page of white.
Nice write on the imprints and decision there on....thanks10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good write you put on paper what makes you happy cant please everyone 10