Friday, July 15, 2011

Self imitation is suicidal plagiarism

Pale reflections of a burning passion Illuminate my horizons
Fully.
Capitalized consonants.
Cut down cut down cut down
Re-grown and re-pruned only to be cut down
That dull blade only gets more and more and more nicks in the reflective steel and gains exponential heat from every hack at my limbs and lord hood.
Sex poems; jokingly(DEAD SERIOUS?) written. Read whilst weeping.
A forrest, dark and damp. pulling me into it's wet underbelly. Feet pounding creating heat founding fear. Cast out into the empty grasslands, where all is fine(?) but oh so lonesome and nothing to do but hurriedly jot colors in brail that all may see but none will see.
My greatest inspiration
My greatest inspiration
MY MY MY Greatest Inspiration
Not gone, but resting outside my window upon the street below for a blind man's easel
He will never know that it is I who is painting the truer form, as I steal glances through the glass.
Like my pain, your sign is never ending. My favorite sign. A beautiful paradigm has shifted once more. stretching onwards into itself, pain overlapping pain, sorrow overlapping sorrow, poems overlapping poems.
Hating Love. More common than Loving it. Self loathing over Forgiveness.
Denial.
Anger.
Bargaining.
Depression.
Acceptance.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Rep∞t

2 comments:

  1. I could hear you reading this. Really well done.

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  2. My thought process of when writing recently has been, "Write like you're reading aloud." If it doesn't have my voice than what do I have?

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