Titled after a place in one of my favorite books growing up, this Poetry Corner is intended to allow anyone and everyone to feel safe to post their poetry.
I’m mad.
I’m not mad.
I’m happy.
I’m sad.
I exist.
I feel like doing everything.
I feel like doing nothing.
I am an overworked,
under maintained
machine.
I am spewing my guts,
my gears and bolts,
the things that make me tick,
to make room for new things
because the old ones never stick.
I am obsessed with more.
I am in desperate need of less.
I am an absent presence,
festering in my comfortable misery,
feeling alone in a room full of people.
I am a wise fool,
full of knowledge and excessive thoughts,
all of which leads me to further ruin.
I am a living sacrifice,
surviving so that others can live happily,
so that they can believe it’s all okay.
I am an anxious free-spirit,
surrounded by endless possibilities,
silently bearing the weight of the unknown.
I am a controlled chaos,
containing my destruction within to spare others,
leaving behind a path of lies to comfort people.
I am an open secret.
My emotions written all over paper,
but their true meanings are a mystery to even me.