inkstains

All the time. If I write poetry, it’s usually an attempt to work something in my life out, whether it’s past, present or future. It doesn’t seem to matter what I try to write when I sit down to write poetry, some sort of person, raw, thing comes out. There doesn’t appear to be anything I can do to change that if something is actively bothering me. Everything I’ve written this month for Brigit’s Flame over on LJ has been about issues with one person. Granted, he’s caused a lot of them. But sometimes, I’d rather writing wasn’t how I coped.

It’s very true, I think, but not for everyone.

Does it work? Sort of? If it didn’t work out in life, it’s never won on paper for me. It ends better, in that it has some real sort of resolution, whereas there are large swathes of my past that have no real resolution because some of the people just disappear. It sometimes makes me feel better, sometimes it makes me wonder "what if" a little too loudly.