I never say, “I read this before. Did you get it out of a Hallmark card?”
I never say, “I think you just ripped off Poe. I’m sure he’s your favorite, but like really it’s almost word for word.”
I never say, “Your metaphors are so basic you a basic bitch.”
I never say, “Tf you talking about? Do you even know?”
I never say, “Why did you post this?”
The world is a very mean place and I think it’s amazing that someone has the guts to put themselves out there.
Thus, I simply hit LIKE for the sake of them taking the risk even if I don’t like the actual work.
And, truly, who am I to judge? My work isn’t amazeballs. And even if it was amazeballs, it’s all subjective.
And I write stuff and post it and then fall in hate with it myself. I read things I posted months ago and feel shame. I read things I wrote 2 years or 10 years ago and need to rewrite it because I see its faults. The rewriting tendency only started recently. I think I grew up a lot. My themes may be the same, but I am doing some experimenting with my expression while still focusing on rhythm, an aggressive tone and a halfway decent exploration into the chemically imbalanced mind/psyche.
Though, truth be told, bad poetry is BAD poetry. The worst is when a piece has no soul. And when I see that, I just cringe. It’s just random words. Arranged for no reason. Just together and existing together. And I’m sure everyone reading this has been there and done something like that themselves. A failure is a failure. Not all ideas are going to be ideas worth committing to paper or web.
A part of me feels guilty that I, in a way, lie when I hit LIKE on things I think are wastes of my time to read. A part of me feels I have no other choice because I’m a stupid idiot and they may actually be smarter than me and better than me at everything.
PS I’m sorry if I sound like a cunt. I probably am one now that I’m thinking about it.
PPS I don’t hate flowers that much. In fact, there are a few people I’m following that take amazing pictures of nature and also write nice pieces to go along with them. Just so many flowers are everywhere at the moment. Outside, and here online. I’m getting super overwhelmed with the flowers. The same thing went on with the snow during the winter. That nearly killed me. How much snow can one read about? How much? If I printed it all out- several feet worth.