A Writer RejectedA Poem by michelleThis is a rant about the importance of not pigeon holing creativity. It is meant to be read loud and angrily...Basically like any bolshie English Northern lass having a rant!It's not really love if you can't compare it to a Summer's day - it doesn't count, it doesn't matter what you say nobody cares unless you say it in the proper way. Your art, your voice, your blah blah blah none of 'em matter it just doesn't fit our 'vibe'. We prefer you to demonstrate through your diverse use of cliche that gone are the days of originality. Yes I'm f*****g angry. Out of foaming spittle words are forming, but ten syllables of profound are lost. (But I will say this) To pen the misty beauty of the morning, and claim it as your own is to Art's cost. Sonnets of bullshit as thick as old snow, creating the same, nothing new to know. What's the subject of your poem? F*****g read it and decide for yourself. What am I? Your literary babysitter? Spoon feeding you the alphabet and telling you how 'S' should make you feel? Ssssssh. Sssssssssh. Ssssssssh. Forcing air through gaps in tense teeth does not feel very stress free to me. I only ssssssh in a last ditch attempt to claw for my own clarity. But, if the sound of me expelling hot air calms you down then what the f**k does it matter that I was only trying to turn your bullshit down? I tell you what I'll make an appeal: I won't tell you what to feel if you don't tell me what I'm not feeling, Deal? Art has drawn a line between these feeling of mine and yours. A line where newness dwells in an amalgamation of galaxies filled with neurons of ideas and creatively charged particles, new experiences, evolving, colliding and transforming - the gravitational allure of one, changing the chaos of two- the ASBO asteroid - cut adrift and menacing in it's lack of direction find its Sun and becomes a planet in its own right and starts to nurture life with empowered soil Fertilising a variety of new spices, where once there was only the nothingness of space - a happy mistake. That’s how I feel anyway - bollocks to you. © 2017 michelleAuthor's Note
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Added on January 12, 2017Last Updated on January 12, 2017 Tags: creativity, sonnet, free verse, rant, angry, writer Authormichellechester, cheshire, United KingdomAboutHi. I am a writer from the North of England who is here for all the help, feedback and advice she can possibly get! 2017 is the year that I vow to take myself more seriously as a writer and that st.. more..Writing
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