This sounded like a rant. Pardon me.
First of all, I really never considered myself a writer. I just write. So that coming out of my chest, I have LOADS of weaknesses.
My first language is not English. And though I teach English language, sometimes it's still hard for me to translate things. My language is just too complicated, that most times, there's not even an English translation to every word.
Adding to that, my lack of vocabulary. I may have read many books but if not put to practice it's hard to remember all. I only speak English here (which is written haha and when working (which is like 4hours every night.)
I only write on/for Prose (well technically for me but Prose as an instrument). I only started writing often when I registered on Prose. I never had training or such. All of the things I wrote here are just everyday thoughts put into poem. I never put effort on it. All are oh-that-sounds-nice-let-me-post-it. All are just in one sitting (or standing). So I get really REALLY insecure when I read posts here. So the likes and comments make me go on a cartwheel. Hahaha. Confidence booster.
Nobody I know personally knows I write. So I don't have anyone to ask if it's good or not. And I depend on gut feelings and you Prosers. So I mean it when I said I love you all and all my virtual hugs and infinite hearts are genuine.
Lack of experience/inspiration. I have a boring life. Compared to the problems around the world, mine's like an atom. So my lack of experience connects to...
Lack of feelings/emotions sometimes. So more often, all my poems are emotionless. Shallow. I try to imagine what it feels like to be on someone's shoes to be able to write with emotions.
I can still think of something more but that'll just bore you.
As for strengths,
YOU are my strength. YOU'RE the gas to my lamp/burner. The light in my dark tunnel. The stars in my night skies. (Hahaha)
Blab blab blab
When you are at your lowest
And you just want to drown in your sorrows
And just wants to give up
Fall into that black hole
There's always someone
Who worries about you
Wanting you to hold on
Even when there's only a thin string of hope
Yet they cling on to it
Wanting you to fight
With every inch that you can
And it breaks my heart
Knowing that I can't
Even if I want
It breaks my heart
That I break their hearts
Because of this
But there's still time
As long long as there is
We make most of it
Before the sands
Inside the hourglass
Disappear
The Venom Poetry (Part II)
It creeps like a serpent through the wire of
the mind,
It coils in the foundations of the idea,
Makes you move against your will,
You walk without road and no purpose,
You are left with a million ideas, yet with none,
This electric sensation paralyzes you,
You are carried as an autumn leaf in a
world where there is no ground to rest
your feet on,
It is a brilliant reptilesque feeling,
for when it bites the gray matter,
You begin to write,
The Venom Poetry
DA 2012
Connected
The ink from my pen
connects us.
These thoughts
from my mind,
they are now in yours.
Like knots
God entwined,
They'll always endure.
What once was unsaid,
Your darkest fear.
That I could be dead,
but I'm still...
Our nerves,
Split at their ends.
The electricity arcs!
Across space and time!
Across language!
It knows no bounds!
Not just resonating
From broken sounds
What was told, we hold.
Sometimes it will make us whole.
Not just radiating
From screen to screen,
But from soul to soul.
Sometimes it will save our...
Like a prayer
That always was
And always will be,
Always we'll be...
connected.
-C.Noel
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