So I’ve been having some really in-depth and intense conversations about emotions lately.
I know a lot of the poetry I write is chock filled with what I call “emotional vomit”. I just have these emotions and instead of letting them pass I like to let them inspire me.
Their not always positive emotions, some of them are downright dark and scary.
I write in a negative way, not to breed negativity or to give it power, but to expose it to the light of the world.
During this discussion though I started to question if I was putting to much stock into the power of my emotionally driven style.
If I meditate and calm my mind, will I still be able to write powerful poetry?
If I empty my emotional bucket and write about the thoughts behind the emotions will I still have a passion for my writing?
So I did just that. The funny thing is that’s how I started writing this article.
From a logical non emotional standpoint. It definitely helped me center my thoughts.
However I tried to write some poetry and I stared at the screen for 30 minutes. I just didn’t know what to write about.
Usually I close my eyes and write without any direction and finish a piece in ten minutes. I do spend another ten minutes or so editing.
Now I am not saying this a golden rule. I am not saying you can’t write a good piece of non-emotional poetry, but I haven’t been able to.
To be brutally honest I have never liked a poem that didn’t make me feel something when I read it.
I plan on writing more on this topic tomorrow. I really want to explain just how important emotions have been in my path to recovery.
Again, I am not saying follow every emotion and let them dictate your life, but I wouldn’t suggest fearing them or being apathetic to the fact that yes sometimes emotions are going to kick in the face.
So to preface tomorrow, here’s one part of my past that field me emotionally.
I have never been as sad as when I lost my uncle. Cancer took him quickly and viciously.
We related on so many levels and he’s one of the people who told me to keep writing.
That deep sadness and anger I felt didn’t cripple me they fueled me to be a better writer.
Yes I was drowning in emotions, but death while a part of life, fucking sucks.
His words and his life are what kept me from sinking. I try and honor his spirit when I write.
I almost finished this without getting emotional, but nope I am definitely sad, but equally happy.
I miss my uncle and that sadness makes me remember just how important he is to me.
Thank you to everyone who participated in the conversation on emotional intelligence.
You can read that piece Here.
And you can read the poem that sparked the conversation Here.
Please feel free to comment on these posts and honestly any post I write.
I absolutely love hearing other peoples viewpoints on what I talk about.
Discussion breeds breakthroughs and there are some very thoughtful and knowledgeable people on here.
Thank you all so much for the support, and I hope you have a great day!