| 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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