I am writing this in this way
because I have not written since spring
and my vocabulary has been eaten away by epilepsy.
I am writing in this way because I love you.
I do not love you in the normal manner, face-to-face and with diamonds;
I love you with bright lights, with light blue, with supernovas and stars,
with Scrabble letter tiles,
with all the collapse in my body.
I love you with inevitable implosion; I
love you with a lack of grace, I love you
with stolen synapses and brokenness.
I love you with masochism.
I am writing in this way because I could write you out of existence
but you make my every atom hurt with joy--
I am writing in this way
because the planets are crushing my knuckles
and these flat words
are my fingers' swan song.
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Author notes
trying to ease back into poetry. i'm perfectly aware of the sub-par quality, but whatever. i'm posting stuff because that's good for me too.
god, it used to come so easy.
rip it
Comments
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absolutely stunning.
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This is not sub-par. This is beautiful. Be strong.
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I know exactly how you feel. It's as if I spent all my juices back in 2007 when I was angry and alone. I'm trying to get back into it because I really miss it but the words don't come to me like they used to. Then again, I read over my older poetry and think it's a disaster.
I like this though. It had a feeling of an old poem that you would find in the pages of a poetry book. You still have a better vocabulary than I do so be happy.
"planets are crushing my knuckles" -- I really liked this line, it stood out. I envy your beauty.
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