Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
The one thing that I haven't written all month, but totally love, is nonsense poetry. I find it really hard to start, and so rarely do them but I love nonsense poetry all the same. So here's my one and only nonsense poem, full of personal fangirlish name dropping, to close out the month after the jump.
Monday, April 29, 2013
I feel like
I've been cut open by a mugger
but surely this is surgery
Then why am I still bleeding
Why does the wound still ache and seep
every time I come near it
Where is my closure?
Where I'd the Person to come and sew me back up?
I had some needle and thread
but I hardly know where to begin
If Someone will draw me a diagram
I would gladly follow it
Or is the diagram right there
and my stubborn eyes refuse to read it?
I don't know
but in weary from
holding myself together by my fingertips
and coming apart every time I dare to let go
maybe I'm still in surgery
just promise me that there will be an end
Sunday, April 28, 2013
There were two poems for tonight, but the second didn't quite want to end so I'm still working on it.
4/28/13 doing laundry on a Sunday evening
why should i walk when I. Can. RUN!
why is tallness = to slowness
i am low to the ground
and i never crawl
(and when i do crawl, i do it fast fast fast!)
there are springs in my knees!
and springs in my feet!
when i move i've got to move quick
there are springs in my feet!
there is excitement in my chest
bursting to get free
and if i jump jump run run
twist shout and scream
maybe that'll get it out of me
maybe this time you'll hear the song the body sings
and join me
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Remember how I mentioned I tend to camp out on subjects for a while? Uh, so, yeah...here's a camp-er. What's funny was that I meant to camp at an entirely different location, but this popped up before that other poem could fully form.
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
4/24/13 afternoon poem when I should be working
the truths I whispered to you
are truths only you know
Whether you begged them of me
out of interest
or to pull me off my throne
I am grateful
[to have been known]