Monogram Mouths

Monogram Mouths

A Poem by Dana Alsamsam

a thousand brooding poets 
with monogram mouths
meet at a conference to discuss
why sometimes we keep the words in
instead of writing them out. 

once ideas have left
we know they won't come back. 
without the destruction disturbing
between your ears
and blossoming from the earth
in maple trees too tall to climb. 

once we climb them, 
we can't be sad anymore.

a thousand pitying poets
are slapped in the face to find
that most of the time, the sadness
is all they have
to keep their art alive. 
they wake up every morning 
wondering why they're still broken and empty
when their lips are chapped and swollen, 
the monograms wiped away. 

© 2013 Dana Alsamsam


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"meet at a conference to discuss
why sometimes we keep the words in
instead of writing them out." - I would like to attend this conference just out of curiosity! :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


You've figured it out...all the best writers/poets were either derranged, drunk, drugged or otherwise impaired in some way. They were the outcasts of society, and even when they were in the "in crowd" they still held some semblance of darkness that kept them on the fringes. I feel this way a lot...wonder if allowing myself to be completely happy would change my writing to the point that it no longer made an impact. Alas...I suppose I could be truly happy and write Hallmark cards about puppy dogs and butterflies :)

Well written, my friend, and very intelligent.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Dana Alsamsam

11 Years Ago

thank you! you completely understand. hopefully I find other outlets for my writing when I'm happy. .. read more
awesome sensitive write....! we need a space to express ourselves.....we will speak up someday ! :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Pain begets pain and it drives my creativity. I would gladly give the pain away and never write another word if I could but it seems poetry is a catharsis but most definitely not a cure. This is a great thought provoking poem.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Dana Alsamsam

11 Years Ago

I'm afraid of what would happen to me if I were to stop writing, but then again if I was always happ.. read more
this is so true...without pain, what would we write about...

and once we do write it out, do we worry that we are done? that there will be no more inspiration?

is that why we hold a lot in...just so we won't lose the ability to pen the words?

lots to think about.

really glad to be reading you again, Dana.

jacob

Posted 11 Years Ago


Dana Alsamsam

11 Years Ago

I feel like I often do my best work when I'm depressed and I have this fear that one day I'll be hap.. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

11 Years Ago

i have found at times that when my life is really in balance...i hardly write at all...chaos seems t.. read more
Dana Alsamsam

11 Years Ago

*long dramatic sigh*

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Added on November 11, 2013
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Dana Alsamsam
Dana Alsamsam

Chicago, IL



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"my brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness." i dance, write and play violin. i'm studying english and training in dance in chicago. i like spooky things, red lipstick, caffeine, punk/indi.. more..

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