born of anger, bred with anger
is it my nature to nurture
the gardens along the path
that leads to a place that is unknown
to me
how cluttered yet how bright
the liquor bottle that
becomes a vase
Below are some notes about this piece, including the thoughts and external inspirations that occurred during its creation.
Bear in mind, this is simply what I was thinking of when I wrote these poems and what they mean to me. If you interpreted them differently, that does not diminish how you felt as the reader nor the correctness/incorrectness of what you were thinking. Poetry is subjective, and so is being alive.