| endurance_of_a_poet | ||
| unhinged |
held captive on the bus for hours per day with a smartphone in my pocket keeps blather under my fingers photographic_memory |
180713 |
| ... | ||
| unhinged | im compelled | 180714 |
| ... | ||
| misstree |
i've tried to forget the things that words and i have done to each other for each other but i keep coming back to their sweet musk and their most beautiful lies |
180718 |
| ... | ||
| unhinged | (words, by design, make it impossible to forget) | 180719 |
| ... | ||
| Risen |
I think poetry might be my greatest addiction. Once you've seen words in a certain way, once you've used them to weave something greater... then even if you're not a poet any more, you still see the poetic, just under the surface. They pull you back, even when you don't have anything worth writing about any more. |
180731 |