I chose to be a “poet” so I could sleep under the bridge
Many thanks to Alina-Gabriela Sandu for her entry. Alina-Gabriela is a passionate writer and has ‘been writing for as long as she can remember, on different subjects, sometimes with a more dark view on things, sometimes in a more pastel way, passionate about symbolism, which can make the writing a little bit tricky and left free for interpretation.’
I’ll cut pieces of my courage out while calling myself “Satan of my life”.
I’m chasing sweet words out of drunk people’s mouths, while the lions are eating their cubs.
I’m not chasing fame, I got a “no one” coat, and believe a lot of things.
Life’s a moment and if you’re lucky and truly see it when you die,
It’s gonna be worth it.
I’m talking about what you want to talk about.
I’m not important, but my friends are smarter than yours.
To be myself is dangerous.
I’ve cancelled any talent I’ve had to write white rhimes.
I chose to be a “poet” so I could sleep under the bridge.
I’ve put my soul in a bottle and thrown in the sea
When it has disappointed me.
Some of you made me hate all of you:
Lions, leeches, octopuses, moths and stupid snails.
I’ve grown up among strangers and saw people dying.
I’m holding springs in my stomach and digested all the butterflies.
I’m writing what I’m writing out of simplicity and because I’m willing to ruin your mood.
I’ve learned to keep my distance from people like me.
If I don’t fight for my life it will be a waste of time and space.
Most of the time I’m feeling that verse butt pposite.
My story started with: “There was once a time”
Sorry for any inconvience caused.
If there is anything else, please let me know.
Alina-Gabriela Sandu, London
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