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6/14/2016 9:28:44 PM
A POEM ABOUT WHY I STOPPED WRITING POEMS	PLEASE critique away... I'm really desperately trying to find my poetic voice again.. which is literally what the poem is partly about. This is the first poem I've written in like 5 years. I did free verse because I literally dont remember any other type besides haiku and I need to at least start somewhere. I used to be pretty good for my age, won poetry contests and stuff. Open to all criticism. Broken Audio I haven’t written in a while I seem to have lost my voice I'm not sure where or when it left me Or where to find it I have a feeling its in different pieces Shards of echoes splattered inside old notepads pressed between the cinder blocks of 10th grade biology Humiliation is a powerful numbing agent Paired hand in hand with cheap liquor I can’t remember who I was angry at I wish my face belonged to my brain I wish my brain belonged to a body That wasn’t itching for eternal rest I wish my bones didn’t feel like shoes that don’t fit right Too small, but you pretend they will stretch Up until the point that the blisters can no longer be ignored. I wish I hadn’t stopped reading books I wish my parents watched sports, and smiled, and owned decorative pillows I think my voice was suffocated By boys who saw nothing but a mouth I can talk now, but I’m mute On autopilot, with closed captions written by you.
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6/14/2016 9:28:44 PM

A POEM ABOUT WHY I STOPPED WRITING POEMS

PLEASE critique away... I'm really desperately trying to find my poetic voice again.. which is literally what the poem is partly about. This is the first poem I've written in like 5 years. I did free verse because I literally dont remember any other type besides haiku and I need to at least start somewhere. I used to be pretty good for my age, won poetry contests and stuff. Open to all criticism.

Broken Audio

I haven’t written in a while
I seem to have lost my voice
I'm not sure where or when it left me
Or where to find it
I have a feeling its in different pieces
Shards of echoes
splattered inside old notepads
pressed between the cinder blocks of 10th grade biology
Humiliation is a powerful numbing agent
Paired hand in hand with cheap liquor
I can’t remember who I was angry at
I wish my face belonged to my brain
I wish my brain belonged to a body
That wasn’t itching for eternal rest
I wish my bones didn’t feel like shoes that don’t fit right
Too small, but you pretend they will stretch
Up until the point that the blisters can no longer be ignored.
I wish I hadn’t stopped reading books
I wish my parents watched sports, and smiled, and owned decorative pillows
I think my voice was suffocated
By boys who saw nothing but a mouth
I can talk now, but I’m mute
On autopilot, with closed captions written by you.

pages: 1