r/WritersSanctuary

head ache
pill pain
ran a few red lights
listened to the rain

a silent night in april
no music and no radio
in my rearview — my own angel
with her orange street light halo

people sat behind the screen
of the emergency room reception,
it’s a museum still life scene
of a child at confession

the nurse told me her dad killed himself
a minced hippocratic oath —
for some reason i felt responsible,
so i apologised for us both

this was based my recollection of driving myself to the hospital after an attempted overdose. just wanted to get this out somewhere, pls be honest with your critique!!

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/G2qGc3RG0O
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Hi there,

I’m trying to start a channel on YouTube for solo-reading short stories/ poems sent in by authors. How would I safely aknowledge that the author has given me permission to read their story? I would like to start possibly start a patreon/ cash flow for it if it gets big enough. Has anyone heard of this or would be willing to send in some of their work? I will give proper credit to the author and writers.

I have been thinking or been seeing that people write for themselves. Or write what they feel. Through, poems, essays, etc.

But heard some people say, they wrote for people.

So, I almost always thought writing is all about pouring what we think out through words.

And yeah, I agree some people write because they let people know or read.

...

My question is, or what I wanted to know is..

Do you write for yourself or write what you feel?

Or

Do you write for people?

..

Why do we write actually? What's your inspiration? What's your definition of writing?

She’s my favorite dancer.
I’m addicted to her body.
Kiss her every time I know.
I got a soft spot for her.
Don’t even want to fuck her.
I see her just be holding her.
Like a vice grip, love this.
Girl honestly can’t stand
The thought of you not
In my life. One day I’ll give
The world. Maybe we are
Soulmates. Got me looking
At you differently. Tell me what’s real.
You need from me? Promise to give it to you. Know I’m in love with you. Know I hate the way I process things so emotionless these days, but I’ll give you my heart, baby. You’re my favorite dancer. Don’t want to give nobody else my heart. Rather be alone than to live without you. Know I love you. Don’t want these other bitches. Just want you, my favorite dancer. My heart belongs to you. Do you hear me or do I need to show you more?