a tumultuous journey, a twisting journey
is a winding journey; writing down a tangled path.
So we should begin
in hopes that this will, at the proper time, come to an end,
in hopes that this will rearrange into itself, as it should, from within
– to be most itself, most unified, bend beneath a reader’s mind.
I want to write the way I dance;
stories that glitter as smooth as kitchen knives.
I hope at least to dance that precisely with chance
in characters that catch your eye and stare back through into your soul.
This takes so much sharpening
grinding away all rough edges and impurities;
this takes so much sanding, cast away civilities –
let us melt it down and start again:
with this
is a winding journey; writing down a tangled path.
So we should begin
in hopes that this will, at the proper time, come to an end,
in hopes that this will rearrange into itself, as it should, from within
– to be most itself, most unified, bend beneath a reader’s mind.
I want to write the way I dance;
stories that glitter as smooth as kitchen knives.
I hope at least to dance that precisely with chance
in characters that catch your eye and stare back through into your soul.
This takes so much sharpening
grinding away all rough edges and impurities;
this takes so much sanding, cast away civilities –
let us melt it down and start again:
with this
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- I am a 21 year old girl from Colorado (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm learning, climbing random things, dancing about.
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My Poetry
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Physicality is.
I am. -
Lullabyed by candles’ flames
I reach for the round pools that keep them
