Stop fucking poetry. “it’s easy to be a writer in 2019” what makes you think it’s easy to be a writer ever? Some get traumatized by bullying or an early divorce or assault and they write war cries down on paper. Every syllable, every decibel, screaming louder than their oppressors. It’s the scream, the pain, … Continue reading Stop fucking poetry.
Fallen angels My therapist in all hisself-love and happiness gloryasked me to tell you how much I loved you,so this is it.This is my confession. Let’s start with something simple,a waterslide maybe,to ease you into this drowning sea~ i love you.Ever since the day I saw youconverse with an eyelash on your finger,comforting it, cheering … Continue reading Fallen angels
Strip-poetry You taught me poetry doesn’t have to belonglikethis.It doesn’t have to rhymeevery single time.All poetry needs to be is a punchinto someone’s gutstrong enough to make them gasp.“Poetry is a seedand you are the sunflower.”Strip a poem word by worddown to this bare bone,and you’ll find that poetryis just a couple of words deep.Poetry … Continue reading Strip-poetry.
Let's live forever. “You know, I’d heard that if you fall in love with a poet, you’d live forever as poetry. But you haven’t written something for me or used metaphors for me ever since I said I loved you. Why is that?” "I cannot believe you don’t remember why,” I giggled. “You remember how … Continue reading Let’s live forever.
I came up with the first two lines and the last two lines about two weeks ago. Then, I used them as a prompt and expanded it into a poem. The thing about prompts for poetry is, it doesn't have to be one word. Here is the prompt I came up with: You told him your favorite color, he shrugged and said “okay”. You told me your favorite color and I painted the whole sky with it.........