Removing the poet

Chelsey, I applaud you!! There are certain times in a writer's life, when they can feel drained. They need to release those raw feelings and emotions within their writings... It's a very deep need that all of us from time to time need to express and share. Even when you felt the need to strop all creative and technical aspects of a poem, you still allowed the reader to be mesmerized.

There are some times in life when we need to spill our emotions and deepest feelings onto paper because if not, the chaos within is overpowering. The ending says it all... for there is no one far more greater to please, than your own self... Well Done Chelsey

Let me start off by saying this piece is magnificent, and that I wish it luck in the weekly contest, not that it needs any by the looks of it.

They might find this crumpled up paper
sleeping on the floor because these words
will not appear "awake" enough.
When they read it they may ask,
"where has the poet gone?"

^^ This beginning really pulled me in, just as the title did. I love the fact you emphasis awake after describing the paper as being asleep. However that right there makes it seem more awake than any other words could have in such a way.

Tonight I'm choosing to write as Chelsey,
because sometimes just venting as 'you'
is the only fine piece of poetry you'll ever write.

^^ I agree with the "Venting as 'you' is the only fine piece of poetry you'll ever write" I think that is definatly a fair truth that all poets could understand. Even those that are claimed false. This is my favorite stanza.

I can't say who I'm directing this poem to,
perhaps it's just an eye opener for me.
All I know is, these fingers have been tingling
since 50 writes ago. They are sick
of hiding confused feelings, beat with conviction,
focused writing on everyone but myself.

^^ Each poem written is an eye opener to someone somewhere. I like the fact that you found it necessary to write one for yourself.

I fight a battle daily known as
'emotional exhaustion',
from people leaving my life or living it for me.
I have a heart that bleeds for its dreams,
but don't believe they can come true.

^^ Most people in today's odd society feel that their dreams are impossible, as their heart yearns for them. So as you write this it reminds me of the fact all is possible. Though that could just be my mind at its strange work.

There are many times I want to write about
friends being fake, controlling parents
and how every boy is stupid.
Leave all their mistakes in a journal-
to be burned.

^^ This stanza leaves an idea I kinda want to try now. Perhaps its the fact that I like venting then forgetting and perhaps its the fact it just sounds fun. Though either way this stanza left a profoundly simple beauty.

That'd only leave population 'me',
and I'd suffocate in this enclosed casket
I bury my emotions deep within.

^^ Can't say much about this stanza except that I love it.

Tonight I surrender the poet,
I give her to the world of personified souls
and rest her next to analytical lines.
I will write as normal, and make it known that,
I'm tired of pleasing everyone other than
myself

^^ Perfect way to end such a sad yet hauntingly thoughtful poem.

This piece is absolutely stunning. I adore the descriptions used, as it made the piece not only emotional but vivid as well. The word choice was powerful and used so wonderfully.

Of course this piece received a 5/5 from me.
I really enjoyed this. And look forward to go read even more of your work.

~M.R.K.

And I surrrender to the beauty of your poem.Bravo Chels!

This is so unique and creative, Chelsey. I love how you added your name up there - no one could ever plagiarise this lol. It really shows how personal and real this is. I've written vent-poem whatever you want to call them :P pieces and I find it really hard to, much more sharing it here. I applaud you for that. You really nailed this one and I'm glad to see it nominated - I could have too but it seems I'm too slow this week, aha. I really hope it wins; this is something a lot of people should read. It's powerful, genuine and inspiring. Keep it up,

Eghhhh kadjhfksdfhkdf freakin in love with this, WRITE ANOTHER SAD PIECE NOW.