Poetry
I have been writing poetry lately that is not quite tumblr worthy yet. It really helps me. It feels like I am praying when I write which is good because it has been hard to pray lately. I have no idea why I can’t pray. I love to pray, it’s just been hard. The poetry really helps.
Not sure if this is best for me, but I’ve been listening to The Streets. He was one of my favorite artists in high school and I recently was reintroduced to his music. He is an amazing writer. His raps sound straight up like poetry. His language isn’t the best (he’s british, is that a good excuse?) and he is definitely not a christian, but I am provoked to write by listening to him. I write to God if that matters. I don’t know…..
My inspiration:
“everyones has something to hide if they dont theres something wrong, personal space and privacy are rights that we hold strong
so devastating was the day and many felt the shock, of innocent mens reputations wrecked upon the rocks,
when a fishy foreign website went and listed a lofty list, of everybody’s names and everywhere on the net they’d been.
published far and wide, to the publics alarm and fright, everybody’s private lives, for everybodys prying eyes
late nights on sites, of minds that yearn to learn, complete histories of mischiefs and the time of each searched word.
everyones has something to hide if they dont theres something wrong, personal space and privacy are rights that we hold strong
my life was ruined and so were many others, when that fishy foreign website posted my private life uncovered, some people looked like fools, others ostracized,
some people lost their money, others lost their wives, but for the others compared to me their suffering was nothing, weve all been made to pay by them dredging up the mud.
everything was peaceful and people were forgetting, til this act of evil outed me and exposed my deeds to them
everyones got something to hide if they dont theres something wrong, personal space and privacy are rights that we hold strong
time to go now, time to part with a prayer, there is a space where my heart has been somewhere out there,they say i am a monster, they say i should be dead, my friends and family will never speak to me again
everyones got something to hide if they dont theres something wrong, personal space and privacy are rights that we hold strong
i feel bad for the man, who had been serving time, for what they’ve billed as recent histories most heinous crime, but privacy is privacy wether anyones or mine, even if i did commit recent histories most heinous crime.”
-Mike Skinner (The Streets)
