I know that feeling. Sometimes it seems like everyone else is getting ahead while I’m standing still. But honestly, I don’t think life is meant to be a straight race. We all move at our own pace. 😇
It's.. hard when you are trying so hard to make life better. Trying so hard to improve.. and yet.. you dont know whos looking back in the mirror. You're afraid to make a move
A concrete emotional centrifuge rendered in a poetic way is an eureka moment, Olly. An inner suffering I recognise myself in. You rendered it so well that I felt it and lived it.
It’s not raw, it’s true and disturbing in the visual and creative sense of the term.
I paused at “It’s been two years now, shouldn’t I be farther ahead?”. Amid all the imagery and questions in the poem, that line suddenly opens something deeply human and difficult to name.
Stunning writing, Olly, melancholy got me by the heartstrings 🖤
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The metaphorical take is astounding. I have to read you at least twice, Olly. A telltale sign of good poetry x
Moty you have made my day, you’re the skip in my step
I don’t think this is about fear. It’s about not being able to locate where ‘self’ begins without it breaking. Great piece.
Thank you Jeanne I love that you dig for the deeper meanings it is always good to hear from your perspective I value your opinions
Olly! Wow! I’ve had to read this about 5 times, the imagery is incredible. I’d love to be able to use metaphors like this. Sensational !
You’re very talented yourself Greg! I wish I had the mind for your storytelling !
You make me blush ☺️ I guess we all have our own skills
I know that feeling. Sometimes it seems like everyone else is getting ahead while I’m standing still. But honestly, I don’t think life is meant to be a straight race. We all move at our own pace. 😇
Thank you keiichiro I try not to compare myself it’s hard sometimes. I always appreciate your words !
“examine
the science of my being.
I’m afraid I can’t swim” this is just fantastic writing, love the pace - the imagery. wow
Thank you so much that means a lot to me
Truly heartbreaking and relatable.
It's.. hard when you are trying so hard to make life better. Trying so hard to improve.. and yet.. you dont know whos looking back in the mirror. You're afraid to make a move
Really well written..
A concrete emotional centrifuge rendered in a poetic way is an eureka moment, Olly. An inner suffering I recognise myself in. You rendered it so well that I felt it and lived it.
It’s not raw, it’s true and disturbing in the visual and creative sense of the term.
Really beautiful.
Thank you Livio you go deep with what you read and I am touched to know you hear my voice and I understand what I’m trying to say.
I paused at “It’s been two years now, shouldn’t I be farther ahead?”. Amid all the imagery and questions in the poem, that line suddenly opens something deeply human and difficult to name.
Thank you Antonio it is a feeling I don’t deal with often but it hard not to compare your success with others