Put down the book,
Submerge your cold fingertips in the water
and smile
Stargaze at the ceiling
write poems on the walls
and novels in your head--
the sort of stories destined to be forgotten the minute
you try to recall it
those best sellers that fall out of your brain
down
the
drain
with swirling water, a destiny away
one where you had paper
to write it down
A/N: I don't know if this makes sense, least of all the title, but it makes sense to me at the minute, so maybe even if it is all jibberish, at least its somewhat authentic, right?
before i go--you're loved and i hope you're having a good day :)
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The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known
PoetryI write poetry and use writing prompts and start stories, chances are they'll be one of three things: simple, artsy, pretentious. All of them will be pretty bad. Bad art is better than no art, though, and more people need to let themselves make bad...
