ToxicA Poem by Ken Squires
I look out my window and see a fresh layer of snow blanketing as far
as my eyes can see Similar to a fresh
page in a notebook that remains untouched when you first turn to
it To draw or to write, to create at ones own will.
But sometimes just sometimes things turn toxic It takes words that are expressing a scenario and twist them up Twist them to the point of making others look like a joke If I said I was Jewish would they tell me that being Jewish was wrong too ? Since people who don’t know me want to dictate how my life should be They want to tell me
how to live my life
Yet another
community of artists attempting to thrive
I’ve always been against these communities, they do more harm than good They discourage
writers more than they encourage
It’s sad really to see writing communities go this way
People in these
communities aren’t worth my time The talentless shall stay, the talented shall go to greener pastures. I have levelled up, I have learned in a short time my work exceeds the rest I continue to look for equals who look for a community to thrive in. For each writer to
help out the fellow writer A community is
inviting © 2021 Ken Squires |
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Added on December 10, 2021 Last Updated on December 10, 2021 |