There is no connection Between my head and my fingers. While my heart was happy It shouted out loud And fingers flew over the keyboard, Producing verses of happiness. Now that my heart is broken My head rules And my fingers are mute Things that were important before Don’t seem to matter anymore.
But isn't it ironic that in poetry these sentiments are embraced, yet if we voice them in normal conversation people exclaim, “If you need someone else in your life to make you happy then you have problems. You need to be happy on your own first”.
It’s a crock of bull. No one can be as happy alone as they can be with a lover. In fact, anyone who can be is pretty pathetic if you ask me. Seems to me that would be the same as saying that your partner simply doesn’t matter, or that they make no difference in your life. You could take them or leave them.
A partner in my life would make a world of difference, and it would definitely show in my typing!
i was once told by a teacher that poetry is written from the heart with a rainbow of words but a rainbow always appears after the tears of rain fall. I didnt understand it until i had my heart broken and then those words rang true.....
That's very true...In order for me to write I have to be inspired because my poetry comes from my heart....I can't just sit down to write when I choose to...The words just flow and I don't even remember everything that I wrote!!!!!!!!!!!
bamabeeceeBanks of the Warrior River, USA1,641 posts
You have to be happy on your own, then you can be happier with someone else. If you're looking for someone to provide you with happiness, you'll always be disappointed. No one can MAKE you happy. Thay can however, be happy with you, and you with them, then the happiness is more than doubled.
Back to the OP, I write better when I'm kinda sad, being introspective, examining what's gone wrong. When I'm happy, there are no words to adequately express it. And I know everyone's getting of hearing from me, I would be if I was listening to me, but I have to try, or else I'll explode with happiness!
Unfortunately I can only write what I feel in a given moment, and I have to write it down there and then. Since in this moment it was a true feeling, it can not be altered. Writing poetry is my way of dealing with things and put things into perspective again. I know that I'm not alone because I have so many good friends here.
bamabeeceeBanks of the Warrior River, USA1,641 posts
There's nothing wrong with expressing your feelings, good or bad. In fact, there are no such thing as bad feelings, it's only how we perceive them, and what we do with them that make them bad. Getting them out, on paper, to a friend, or to heaven, is the best way to deal with them.
Wbat makes feelings bad is keeping them inside. We've been trained to express happiness, and to keep sadness or anger to ourselves, but it will eat you up inside. I know, I've been there.
I also only write poetry when I am in a somber mood. For some reason I feel like I need to express myself and poetry always seems to be an outlet for my pent up emotions. It just seems like you can make it better by putting it on paper. I also tend to write about things more often when I am under stress as a stress as a stress reliever.
bamabeeceeBanks of the Warrior River, USA1,641 posts
Exactly the way I feel. The last couple years of my marriage, I filled up a couple big notebooks with thoughts and feelings. Not to mention online. Journaling was my way of venting, or I'd have exploded. Have trouble writing poetry about happy stuff, it just sounds too sappy, or like it's all been done before. I'm trying though!
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Between my head and my fingers.
While my heart was happy
It shouted out loud
And fingers flew over the keyboard,
Producing verses of happiness.
Now that my heart is broken
My head rules
And my fingers are mute
Things that were important before
Don’t seem to matter anymore.