This is a re-do of my very first post, from two years ago today. I hadnt joined a server yet and had no clue about discord. formatting was a mystery, I had no audience, nor was I sure what type of material to engage with, so i went with something obscure and semi-unrelatable. this is so typical of me..
poetry like this is challenging to write without a variety of fonts, a basic addition to a front end editor that i'm still waiting for two years later. I know that i can write this in another application and copy pasta, but i dont like that because formatted words are difficult to check for plagiarism.
I chose an experimental poem that i am fond of, but perhaps its a bit bizarre and quite difficult to grok for a non poet. The challenge was to take three or more disjointed or unfinished poems, and combine them into one. In other words, a poem within a poem, where the author is speaking with different levels of awareness or perspective, distinct voices that fade away - removed or coalesced into one.
When i posted this two years ago, remover recieved one whole vote and garnered no earnings. let's see if I can a little better this time.
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a billow of arabic gum, egg whites
laughter
beeswax in a mesh of solitude
apply gently
one part each orchid petals
and sorrow
combine with the sole soul of a shoe
bake for two hours
leaves a color ranging from sane to dread
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water drips down
ages waiting for a door that never opens
hoping for any moment to believe...
the news of your death was not unexpected
in review
had seen it coming for weeks,
imagined in night fears as a child...
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stay silent in this moment
linger like a simmering harlot
raw as her sunset fades against the heat
hoping for clarification
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stains rip finger dykes to draw
an intricate design on fading hands
of Machiavellian dreamlike...
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put on your spectacles – see
the spawn of tunnels
leading to an onslaught of myth
creation vibration cessation - hypothesis
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wondered if i could make bad things not happen
if i thought of exactly how they might..
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seethe in a moment while bantering
nonsense aches to be easedinto a black hole
a mass of meanings yearnings
waiting to be set free
when all the primordial ooze has dried
like cum on withered flanks
and the sparkle and shine of the sea
washes dull in a pale following
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a ‘what if ’ test to find out
how i might handle reality
emotion is a bottleneck
purpose misdirected
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