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09/29/08
by Ava Bluit is with great sadness she begins to type something so far from being
profound that even she is questioning the validity
when the balance ceases, she finds herself coping with too many demons;
the ones that never really let go
to be fair, she never asked them to let go
because she feared being alone without them. 09/29/2008
Posted on 09/29/2008
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 09/29/08 at 07:32 PM Nice write again lady. Grab that loneliness by the thoat and choke it till it rings the lonely feeling out of you. Sometimes writing makes us feel lonely and sometimes it frees from those feelings. It all depends upon what we want out of it. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/30/08 at 03:07 AM But the fact that she tries is more often than not far greater than giving up just because she can't be profound. That's just my take on it, anyway. Kurt Vonnegut said the same thing, something to the effect that it didn't matter so much if the writing was good but that you were passionate about it, you believed in what you were doing and what it could bring you on a good day. And I happen to think she had both of those things in spades. Great write. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/30/08 at 03:08 AM Gah...sorry.
And as for the demons, well, personally, there's a reason why I keep my TV on at night. |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 09/30/08 at 03:57 AM sounds like a night at the Bates Motel to me. Nice. |
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