Writing Poetry

Weird Poetry

Everything I think

Everything I feel

Everything I see

Is poetry



Maybe tomorrow too

And it’s annoying as all fuck.





But fucking annoying.

Because every line I write

Every word

Every letter

Every curve and angle of each of those letters

Is pummeling me in the gut

And turning me inside out

And pulling out the tears that should have dried up eons

And eons ago.

I thought just reading poetry

Was enough to unravel me like a loose spool of thread;

Apparently not.




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