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The Day When No Poetry Exists But You Write Stuff Down, Just Not the Real Stuff Aka Throwaway Words
The Day When No Poetry Exists But You Write Stuff Down, Just Not the Real Stuff Aka Throwaway Words
There's no poetry in me
I'm empty
I'll make sweeping remarks
Change my mind
Keep it in
Spit it out
Sink and fly
Gaze out in a daze
Lost beneath eyelids
Too heavy to rise
Too watched to sleep it off by closing
I wish to be enclosed in an embrace that takes away all my periphery vision
To fall asleep safe and protected
Gently woken from sleep with no disapproval
I want to finally be home
Belong somewhere
----
I'm writing poems intended to be read
So they are ruined and tainted
As I say things people want to hear
Or that they don't
I need to write into the void
Unaware of the reader
Unconcerned by misunderstanding
Conscious only of the feeling that I need to release
Today... what, why would I talk about today?
Tied in knots in poetry and thought
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I'd like to write about identity
Rationalise something about my self
I'm certainly focussed on the subject
But I've got nonentity vibes
As I fling myself centre stage on occasion
I don't know that person
Perhaps I disengage the hyper critical
Or fully engage it - realise I'll be criticised regardless and tip into the zone
But the rest of the time I'm thinking...
----
What if I've misunderstood my whole life
Hyper aware of every expression
Picking up on cues
Hearing nothing said directly because I heard so much that should have been out of earshot
I don't want to blame anyone else
We're all damaged
I just want to set it all aside
I'm going to look for respite in the moments
We all have moments of beauty and moments that count...
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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