My Ink

I profess

no poetic prowess

my ink

simply thoughts

seeped in

emotion

yearnings

lusty desires

it marks my pages

without permission

and calls itself

poetry

©MidwestFantasy

03/25/2018

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What to Feel

It’s a funny thing about feelings. They are your own and no one else’s.  Yet there are societal rules about how you should feel.  Or what you should do with those feelings.  You’re supposed to feel this–and not to feel this.  And I say, “Fuck it.”  I am the only one who controls me, my feelings, my heart, my soul. Life is too short not to feel the way I want–so I will.

 

©MidwestFantasy

09/12/2016