There are times
When words mean nothing.
And the arrangements of these words,
Mean even less.
When life doesn’t need
To be illustrated through the pen.
And moments are better left recorded
Internally.
There are few times as empty as these.
When there is so much to say,
And no way to get it out.
When clichés stand so big and clumsy,
That there is no way to write around them.
When your stomach is full,
And your bruises are gone
And your eyes are wrinkled in laughter.
Days that are too beautiful to recap.
But the ones that you are terrified to forget.
Author notes
one of the few poems i've written this summer. wow.
Please tell me what you think
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Even though it's not simple and all tricked-out with metaphor or imagery or any of that stuff, it was really amazing. I've been going through exactly this lately and it's comforting to see I'm not just crazy
I liked everything about it. 
Jeanette*~
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thanks. i'm glad you liked it. i'm also glad you can relate. its a good thing to be able to relate to.
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I love this. A day that is too full, too good to ever want to forget, but the elation is too high to be able to properly convey it in words; especially in the current trend of dark and depressed poetry. I've had a few days like that.
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thanks, i'm glad you liked it.
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