Poetry ... my sanity

I have been quite bugged by the fact that people have been coming up to me and asking me for advice on writing poetry and how to write poems. 

Well there is one simple solution ! WRITE !  No really that is really the only way that you can do it ... no matter how disgustingly difficult it may seem, the only way is to write it all out. 

Poetry to me has a different meaning to you, perhaps you write for the fun of writing, or perhaps for the money part of poetry, or perhaps fame maybe I dont know. Personally I write for the sake of sanity, yes this has been over used but really i did write for the sake of sanity. There was a period of time where i had been obsessed over Lolita and had gone so far as to loose sleep over her. This was where i began writing a poem every night before i went to bed. Just so that i could get some rest and tackle the next torturous day ahead. Lolita was my muse and my inspiration, though perhaps she will never leave my subconscious, at least she does not hold sway my heart. oh those that are late to the game ... Lolita is a constant thing on my mind and who she is...well it is revealed in the earlier posts and you just have to invert the gibberish and it will make sense. Oh apart from that, poetry has been an addiction, something  that i desire every time i get stressed or become more ... "emo" or perhaps i feel really happy, though i have not written much happy poems recently. But still the love for poetry is there. A poet is not just a writer, he is a shaman, a wielder of magic, the magic of the language to transform the mind and to shape the thoughts of the reader. We use poetic techniques to carry this on into the reader as he reads out loud the poem. images that remain in my head, take up and stay in my subconscious. So the only advice that i can actually tell you is to write everyday, every single second is to look out for images that you see and will actually remb, it does not take effort. the manner which i write is perhaps what you might call modernist where i write from a subconscious and rather rely on the stream of consciousness to run my pen. So this is the advice that i can give...

and all i can say is ... 

The flowers of malady is my sweet rose and the chains that bind the wicked they are my scarves, the cell of the prisoner, that is my abode and the voices , that is my muse.