Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft—a piece about the courage to feel, to love without demands, and to say it out loud.
P.S. Looking at this many years after its creation feels a little awkward—where has the drama in my writing gone? I used to have such a vivid imagination, and that 19th-century influence seems to have faded.
Expectation
So I stood there, my garments drenched
Just like when I was a child,
Standing barefoot in our garden,
With rain running down my skin
Waiting, deluged by poetry untold
Choking on words I could not make rhyme
Poetry on the Margins #9 Scribbles on the margins
Why are we scared to show our true emotions?
To tell the people that we admire
that we absolutely, without question, adore them?
Why are we afraid of being pushed aside, rejected?
Laughed at, humiliated?
Why is love often seen as something
that has to be reciprocated?
Why can't there be such a love that is
quiet, unconditional, and kind —
non-demanding?
So, now I am
just saying
that I fucking love you
and I always will.
There's more of my work:
All of the six-sentence stories.
The Nervous Poet Entries for the SSC&B.
There is also a page for all of the poetry.
More personal entries can be found at the Blog.
The IT studies blog in Estonian for a course at the university.
the Band "Chaos in Spring" is on YouTube, Spotify and other streaming services.
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