(✔) credited and revised
never leave
you were never supposed to leave,
i think to myself as i lay in bed at eleven o'clock.
but then,
the words in my mind flip,
and repeat themselves
over and over and over.
you were supposed to never leave me.
you were supposed to stay forever.
you were supposed to never leave me.
you were supposed to never leave me.
you were not supposed to leave.
you were supposed to never leave.
you were supposed to never leave me you were supposed to never leave me you were supposed to never leave me you were supposed to never leave me
- so why did you leave me?
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no longer a poet
what happens
when writing doesn't
work?
when words don't
flow?
when emotions just
don't seem to
fit
anymore,
into the tiny little pile
of chopped-up trees
we call a "dictionary,"
the pile of
"dictionaries"
we call a
"language"?
language is
only for communication.
art is what's meant
for emotion,
but why is poetry
an art when
it relies on
language?
if poetry is the only
art form
that i can form
what happens
when my
"language"
is no longer
enough?
how am i supposed
to make art
when my art
relies on an
ineffectual science?
how do i call myself
a poet
when i can no longer
write
poetry,
how am i classified
as an artist
when my art form
is really a
science,
when my science
no longer conforms
to the rules,
when my rules
are too small
for my science,
when my language
isn't enough
of an art,
when my art
just doesn't
create?
what happens
when i am no longer
a poet
but a pile of
"language"
that just doesn't come?
what happens
when there are
too many emotions
to choose from
and not enough
words
to express a single one?
you-can-call-me-smo's poetry collection, "My Meeting with Joy" is a true 'meeting with joy' for every person that reads it...
https://www.wattpad.com/story/210958015-my-meeting-with-joy
A truly delicate and modern approach to poetry; this author has managed to capture my attention from the very start and I am now a true fan!
Her poetry, as she mentions herself in the intro, are not so much focused on poetry itself; rather, they tend to allude and circulate around a mass of undefined yet deep thoughts.
Lovely read :)
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