words

 

 

Words are falling off the page

Hanging by a rope

While each string holding together

Slowly rips

Nonetheless, I keep writing and

The sentences grow heavier against the page

And I wait for it to fall to the ground

Porcelain shattering

Unable to be fixed

As smoke swims out from their hollow insides

I sit in a haze, gripping my pencil

Trying to say these words

None make sense and most are undoubtedly absurd

But I cannot stop- cannot wait

I can only watch as they fall

Unable to erase them

Reviews

[Sasha]

This is another great poem. I loved the line about porcelain shattering unable to be fixed. That's such an eloquent way to express a paper falling to the floor. My absolute favorite lines were from "I sit in a haze..." until the end. I can empathize with them - especially the none make sense and more are absurd line. Lol. If you read my work, I'm sure you'll agree. Very nicely done.

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... wow ... this is beautifully written ... glad you are unable to erase them ... this is such a fine piece of writing about the inevitability of writing for a writer ... i've read loads about how and why people who write must write ... or cannot help but write ... and i can tell you that this is just out of this world ... any and every writer would identify with this ... and these lines are especially ravishing ... 100/100 ...

I sit in a haze, gripping my pencil
Trying to say these words
None make sense and most are undoubtedly absurd
But I cannot stop- cannot wait
I can only watch as they fall
Unable to erase them