About THE dePRESSED POET.
About Me: An Introduction
Welcome to a sanctuary for the intense. This is not just a collection of words; it is the evidence of a life being lived, processed, and preserved. To understand poetry, you must understand the poet.
My Origin: A Ghost of Many
I am not black. I am not white. I am not Native American. I am not Indian. Yet I bleed all of their stories, my face a ghost of them all and a representation of none. I am: “What are you?” An innocent question, a harmless question mark, an unbecoming image of segregation, a simple blend of it all. Someone hoping to be enough of each.
The Common Enemy: The Cost of Conformity
The tender hearted are often crushed by a society that occupies itself completely with survival. Their greatest enemy is the cultural expectation of conformity and doublethink. A pledge to being their authentic self, but not too much of themself, not to disturb the natural order.
My Fatal Flaw: The Alchemy of Darkness
The world isn’t suited for people who lead with love. The abusers stalk their prey, anticipating them to scurry into darkness, quivering, kneeling, and lonesome. There is spaciousness to darkness, where chaos can parade with folly and supremity. No one chooses the darkness, the abuse. It is drenched upon them, trickling into the seams of their self esteem. Their hollowed bed is a refuge, a sanctuary where black ink pools, like a hellish sea.
The depths could drown you, every thrash of the horrid thick waters pulling you down deeper, until you decide to swim. Until you create a current. The ink stains and so you write, you survive off of the twisting tide by soaking your quill, and writing an escape. The prison is no longer the hollowed bed you created in your mind, the key is every deafening, self deprecating yell strung into a prose.
This is my fatal flaw. This is my strength. I am tethered to darkness and I swing from it with glee like Edgar Allan Poe. Every knotted thought tied into a boe on the page. My gift to the world. My gift to you.
My Mission: Why We Are Here
This is a safe space on the vast interweb. A place to share story, poetry, and controversial truths. The Pressed Poet is a blog dedicated to providing narrative writing that speaks the quiet truths. This is a trusted page where you can escape and be heard.