I can turn sorrow into poetry,
I can turn joy into poetry,
I can turn people into poetry,
I can turn places into poetry.
I can describe situations poetically,
I can love people poetically,
I can hate people poetically,
You may have heard of poetic justice,
I can do justice poetically.
......
A pallid
sheet of paper
teases me
with its randy glare,
......
We’ll be having mimosas and eclairs for Easter,
because I asked myself, “What would Jesus do?”
On another note,
I was having a convo with a new friend
and somehow it spilled that I write a little
- I don’t usually mention it.
So, I’m a Lit-Girl - but I didn’t know it
until I was just informed - named.
......
Fuck Eliot, Fuck Joyce
Fuck freedom, fuck choice
Fuck everyone that's genius and chooses
sorrow over rejoice
Fuck Wilde and his wordplay
His genius, character display
His willingness to part-take
In doing pure art for art's sake
......
the cat was utterly
uninterested
and downright
bored
with him reading
mediocre poems
by her side
"You don't like this one?" he asked
......
I can turn sorrow into poetry,
I can turn joy into poetry,
I can turn people into poetry,
I can turn places into poetry.
I can describe situations poetically,
I can love people poetically,
I can hate people poetically,
You may have heard of poetic justice,
I can do justice poetically.
......
We’ll be having mimosas and eclairs for Easter,
because I asked myself, “What would Jesus do?”
On another note,
I was having a convo with a new friend
and somehow it spilled that I write a little
- I don’t usually mention it.
So, I’m a Lit-Girl - but I didn’t know it
until I was just informed - named.
......
Twenty hours it took me to read Moby Dick. That marks twenty years of a life lived for others. Twenty years in pursuit of another's happiness. Twenty years to feel like I could walk into a room that, for many reasons, wouldn't accept me. Twenty hours to realize my own white whale, and now I can’t even tell anyone without sounding like a pretentious dick.
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Every life
is some sort
of literature
in individual thought
though the person
this, knows not-
it's there hidden
in the labyrinth :
a few are fortunate
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The folk,
The ecclesiatical,
The farmhouse singing,
The disco.
The cabaret,
Bar singing,
The jazz,
Rock n' roll,
The blues
Bands and troupes
......