i picked up a piece of chain from the floor,
gold, sparkling,
and i waved it,
like an enthusiastic hypnotist
at her nose.
“look at this,” i said. “it’s everywhere!”
my eyes were wide, my mouth was in
a half-grin.
she laughed and pushed it from her face.
i stepped back.
“do you see trails of words on the
floor? letters?
do you see stray punctuation all
over the house?”
her smile spread wider, and
from her laughter came:
“oh yeah? that’s how it works?”
“it is!” i said. “i’m much cleaner
with my work than you are.”
i walked over to the keys and
sat down,
spread my fingers across them,
waited,
looked over,
she was still on the couch,
fiddling,
i looked down to the floor,
no words,
at the walls, no words
hanging,
i was right,
in the drawer,
no words or letters
tucked away,
i looked back at the screen
and began to type,
thinking,
i’m sure there’s a better poem
around here, somewhere…
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What do you call a cow with 3 legs?
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Today
I will throw away
my map and
smash my compass.
I’m tired
of living inside
these lines.
Instead,
I will set sail
in the direction
of the wind.
My only destination
is forward.
Forward, V.P. (via bandaids-for-the-heart)
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I love words, their meanings, the innumerable ways of exploring them. With every thought leading into a verse, a poem, or an insight.
My world expands. It is through vocabulary, that I’ve begun not only to understand myself, but develop my capacity to express it.
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