for the critic who understands nil

[standing ovation]

..because I understand everything.




repetitive themes
unoriginal prose
in spite of everything, I still tried
to mold this language into something right

empty creation
meaningless art
if they meant nothing to me
you can say whatever you'd like

unchanging style
from this hand of mine
if I showed you how much I bled into this
would you change your mind?

irrational anger
cryptic mind
what other way is there
for me to unwind

unsteady vision
blurry ambition
this is a labyrinth of my thoughts
where I write to get out, but I'm always lost

[[hello lover.] teenage dirtbag.]

this one is suprisingly deep and it really relates to the feelings of many poets when a critic tears apart and corrects their work without paying attention to the emotion poured into the piece.