04-04-2017, 06:05 AM
Ever read so much poetry that you feel hopeless? I do. And all these publications I collect, these poets I find, these poems I read... I become overwhelmed and realize, "Wow. The world is full of poets. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here." The wildest thing is... Everyone's original! Everyone! How the heck is that possible? So I get sucked into a vortex of deception and cannot ground what I love and what I hate, and poetry is the back hole. Eventually, my brains will be spewed from the core and I'll be nothing but floating energy. Then I want to rant about it, so I write poetry. Lots and lots of poetry. The cycle starts all over again, I go up then I go down, I get sucked in, scrambled, then spit back out. It's heaven in hell. I swear.
