This visual poetry is available on my youtube channel, dilstories TV. I’ve been writing poetry for a long time, as long as I’ve been writing, but never found courage to share publicly for they come from deep inside. Sometimes so deep inside that I feel naked when they are out in the open. Mostly, I never shared because I had not figured out how to monetize poetry. Well, I know what you are saying, giving me that look that you reserve for people who make art for money’s sake. But then, since I quit salaried employment over a decade ago, my artworks have to pay my bills. Poetry is always hard to sell, unless you are a spoken word artist, or unless you can write lyrics for musicians, so until now I only did it for fun, to deal with pain, or to please whichever girl had my attention at that moment. I make films, and so it was only natural that I tried to make video poetry, and now that I’m making them for public consumption, well, they won’t remain a hundred percent personal.
I’m making this series called Sad Love Poetry, and this poem is the first in the lot. Earlier in the year, I broke my own promise to myself (make art, not love) and I let someone disturb my heart. For a while I was hurting in that lovesick situation, and I thought I would never heal because it’s only the second time in my entire life that I felt that way. It never gets easier, you know. I pulled myself together. I got over it much quicker than I thought I would, and though she still has not shown me anything to give me hope, I’m not hurting anymore. Not like a few months ago. Still, that situation sparked off these poems, and I’ll continue making them, for it’s fun to be sad.
So head over to my YouTube channel and subscribe so you can get instant notification next time I create a sad love poem. I’m hoping to do it once a month, and I’m improving on my animations, so you can expect really great videos to make you sad.
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So here is text version of the poem.
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i can’t escape
my own trap
to fall for you
and now
i hate my heart
it needs you
i hate my mind
you live there
i hate my dreams
you haunt them
i hate my feet
they seek you
down One-Way street
i hate my hands
everything
i touch is you
i hate me
i love you
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