Jersey City NJ
I haven't been able to write a good poem for a while. I start out with a beatiful inspiration and I always manage to turn it into a depressing rant. So far all I've been doing is ranting. The warm feelings that were once evoked by my passion of poetry has now turned cold, dark, and empty as ice. I think I've turned Goth, so sad. I think if I find something -anything- that somehow manages to shine a little ray of sunshine, any little pick me up, I think I can get out of my pitiful rut of darkness. It's hard to light a match when you're now used to the dark.
I think I need to look real deep inside and find out what stirs my soul, what sparks my passion, basically a new self-evaluation of my life. I think only then can i start writing poems of high quality.
Emotions and Philosophy, my source of Inspiration