You pull on the strings of words and create these beautiful melodies I never think possible. "college ruled, spiral bound, pristinely golden pages"--I could lick those words. I felt a cathartic release with every nod of agreement while reading this. Feels good to let them go down the drain where they will never return than hold on to the on the barred lines of paper. Genius!
once again such an instant beauty, so nice I liked a lot "suburban confines"
pristinely - I learnt a new word. I love your poems. Hope all is well with you, happy new year
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ive read and re read this over and over, its the beginning of a great novel, i get a to kill a mockingbird feel...this is just the beginning of all that greatness you hold within and will eventually let out in a torrent..cant wait..
Where do those words go? This is a really interesting concept cuz that is exactly the way I feel sometimes. Who do we write for ourselves...validation....not sure. Great thought provoking stuff.
Playful and eager to explore new styles of writing, and to hone my skills. i'm reaching a point now where i can write a poem and be able to say that it is something i really like. I'm an avid reader, .. more..