I have no title for this.

[coelophysis]

I don't write poems, never have, and also don't even know how to. So this isn't really a poem but maybe people would see it as one. It's more like lyrics to a never-to-be-written song or just an off the top of my head blurb. It was definitely just sort of something that spilled out of me, sometimes that happens. I used to like to write, but I don't have the courage to keep it up usually.



I was thinking the whole time.
I swear.
Unfortunately-maybe that was the only thing I was doing.
And here it comes.
I don't know what it is,
I don't know where it comes from,
but it damn sure is coming.
But it likes to tease.
I think in fact it's teasing me.
Perhaps solely me.
Actually definitely me.
It is me.
It was dwelling in the depths and now here it comes.
It's smooth.
Everything is smooth again.
I still have my questions,
I suppose.
But I'm not going back down there,
not for the life of me,
Now it's like a good song,
my favorite song,
on repeat for eternity.
I just wish I could have written it.
I guess that's where my only ounce of envy remains.
But I'm listening.
I used to do that,
I used to listen.
Now when I listen I hear,
and what I hear is it telling me to feel.
And I'm going to.
I swear.

 

[pallidamors]

I was thinking the whole time.
I swear.
Unfortunately-maybe that was the only thing I was doing.
And here it comes.
I don't know what it is,
I don't know where it comes from,
but it damn sure is coming.
But it likes to tease.
I think in fact it's teasing me.
Perhaps solely me.
Actually definitely me.
It is me.
It was dwelling in the depths and now here it comes.
It's smooth.
Everything is smooth again.
I still have my questions,
I suppose.
But I'm not going back down there,
not for the life of me,
Now it's like a good song,
my favorite song,
on repeat for eternity.
I just wish I could have written it.
I guess that's where my only ounce of envy remains.
But I'm listening.
I used to do that,
I used to listen.
Now when I listen I hear,
and what I hear is it telling me to feel.
And I'm going to.
I swear.

"Tho thou well dost wish me ill

Audiart, Audiart,

Where thy bodice laces start

As ivy fingers clutching thru

Its crevices,

Audiart, Audiart,

Stately, tall and lovely tender

Who shall render

Audiart, Audiart"

This is what your shit reminds me of shit from the 14th century.

Powerful, moving, and lyric.

Hearkens back to ancient shit.

The voyeuristic enjoyment of a personal spiralling into the depths.

I'd consider this neo-classicist by those terms.

 

[Nickatina]

Powerful, moving, and lyric.

Most definitely. This is some moving words, it seriously took me back to the times where I was learning how to love, and I respect that a lot, because I could never put it into words if I wanted to.

 

[MynameisnotDeja]

I like it. Off the top of your head stuff is usually the best.

I don't do poetry *too* often either, but when I do it's always straight out of my soul, free association, just stream of conciousness writing.