| Um. �I haven't
written much this year. �I can credit this to 4 very honest reasons,
I think.
1. I don't have a class to force me to write on a regular basis, so I don't.
2. I've discovered that I enjoy prose more than poetry in many ways, and
that I can fit poetic phrases within prose, thus eliminating my need to write
poetry.
3. Many of the thing I want to say have already been expressed by popular
song. �I've found music I really enjoy in the last few years. �Often
the words I need to desperately to say have already been written for me in
someone else's song. �Plus I'm finding it harder to filter out those
songs when trying to write something of my own. �Maybe if I gave up
listening to music.
4. I'm actually happy! �Ack. �Happy poetry sucks. �Seriously,
I'm finally in a good relationship, which means the pain is gone.
In conclusion, here's everything I've written this year:
We were once like dreaming fish
who lept out of water
only to breathe air without hope.
(Which is just a funny little note on how uncomfortable certain social choices
can be.)
Also, I was puttering around with this one.
To My New Home:
A hundred dripping thoughts
Stain my shiny new walls.
I didn't mean to turn off the lamp
before sunrise, again.
I scratched my anger into the blankness
of these empty rooms.
My words appear, solid and rough,
across his clear skin.
I'm sorry all over again.
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