I'm a 26 year old female with an 8 year old daughter. I haven't written anything in the 8 years that I have been a mother and I'm trying to get back into my passion.
I have various types of writing, but my main type is demented poetry. Some of my poems have a laughable twist to them and some have a morbid twist to them. I think it all depends on the reader.
Here's one I wrote when I first started writing, when I thought that the "BIG" words were good to use a lot:
"Help!"
A sadness deep inside that I can't
seem to comprehend.
A void so far down that it's
impossible to fill.
A feeling of discord so
devastatingly painful that
I've lost all touch with sanity.
Being so full of acrid sentiment
that the feelings of animosity
that I have towards myself
and society as a whole grow
increasingly out of control as
each day turns to night. Emotions
subsiding and leaving a
vacant feeling in my soul.The
absence of passion overtaking
my existence almost to the
point of total dementia.
"NO GOOD COULD COME OF THIS"....
