While You Were Gone I Became a Writer
Alleyways became my inspiration,
and I found my audience in bars!
Ocean views became somber,
and my meds made me think I was
drowning.
Someone said that I would
fall in love with typewriters,
and monochrome photography,
and drinks twice my age!
But someone also told me
that nostalgia would break me,
and that I’d babble about
being the greatest thing,
while shoving napkins covered in
faded ink and vomit in my pockets.
And while you were haunting me,
I was doing my day-job.
So I saved up for a shotgun,
and like buckshot through a sonnet,
I finally got you out of my brain.
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Pride Ed
Hello! Just call me Pride, or Bluebird. I've been writing for a little over a decade now. I won some money here and there, and I'm in a few books of poetry. But, I still consider myself a novice when it comes to writing poetry. I learn everyday! My themes/styles/literary movements are all over the place. I attribute that to my reading whatever I could get my hands on in my youth. Never limit yourself; explore genres and things you think aren't for you. You could have a surprise waiting! :P I'm gonna be honest; I only made an account here to experiment with the Poetry Genome, but I kinda like this site now lol My main platform where I post poetry is here -------->https://allpoetry.com/Pride_Ed (registered users can only view right now)
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