Concrete.A Poem by introspicereI worry a lot about my feelings. I've often prided myself on knowing them, but I only had to because I knew I couldn't trust them otherwise. I worry I can't even now. (draft)
I dream and worry for the day
I stop writing poetry. Poetry has always been an escape, a way to figure out my what if's and why now's and why her's, and yes her's and bags heavy with secrets hidden behind an orchestral mess of nervous or fake laughter It's like a suit, skillfully pulling together an otherwise awkward combination of skin and nerves or a child's effort at paper mache layering frames of thoughts and feelings I wish I could live out or say or express or show so I dream for the day I get to write my poetry into your skin, the day i get to write into our laughter, into our pain, our broken hugs and the reluctant departure of fingertips and promises I dream the day you whisper songs into the electricity of my body, the warmth in my chest, and the butterflies in my stomach; I dream the day you tell them that you're finally finally here. mostly i long for the day i can wrap up all of this poetry into the pressure where my affection meets yours
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1 Review Added on April 4, 2016 Last Updated on June 6, 2019 AuthorintrospicerePhilippinesAboutI have yet to teach myself how to write out of will. For now, I've just got feelings that bleed on keys and pens. more..Writing
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