The struggle is real.
I want to write something beautiful
something that flows like inhaling air
tendrils of words softly spoken
caressing my soul with graceful care
I want to write something magnificent
something grandiose and profound
verses full of analogous metaphors
of poignant depth that resound.
I want to write something memorable
something that engraves on the mind
imagery so striking it leaves
patterned phosphenes behind.
But alas
my talent doesn't stretch that far
so I struggle and I restart
nothing poignant nothing grand
just simple matters of the heart.
I'm frustrated I can't write beyond
those simple matters of the heart.
untruth
what frustrates
me is not that
people lie.
that can't
be helped.
lies are
golden threads
woven into
conversation,
that prevent
it from
falling
apart.
it's that
they tell
themselves
it's for the
sake of the
someone else.
that
they're
doing
it because
of
love.
but really,
they're just
attempting
to mask
their own
mistakes.
Not Upset
Frustration is lacking patience with stupid people. Frustration is road rage. Frustration is intolerance toward an idea that is opposite your own. It is different than anger, but frustration can lead to anger.
What frustrates me are things that are out of my control, so really I'm not often frustrated.