I’m no poet. I can’t tell a metaphor from a simile half of the time. Never attended school to know the different ways to rhyme. Most of my teenage years that i’ve existed in have been drug induced endings.
I used to be A honor roll back in elementary. That’s where my grammar seemed to stay. I’m no good at writing ,but I will speak my thoughts. Even though half of my cells got lost in the fog.
Smoke covered my eyes with white lies. I’m no poet but I do speak my mind.
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Speaking your mind is poetry 🙂 A positive paradox that amounts to infinite potential, and the promise of finding your voice again. I’m sure I can speak for a few of us when I say that we look forward to what you have in store. Thank you for sharing!
I think you did pretty well, here.
Keep speaking your mind..
Enjoyed the honesty.
Don’t. Stop. Writing.
Hey that’s good enough. I get stumped by metaphors, simile, & allegory too.