Once again, I will try.
Once again, I will try.
The next five poems will not be posted on the blog. The theme of these poems is very personal and they are based on certain events that occurred these last few days.
The url of the blog is also changing for the same reason.
I thought a lot about the optional prompts and I’ve decided not to follow the ones for days 5 and 6. Here instead is a poem that has been in the works for a while now. I call it orgasmic.
This is a very incomplete yet sorted list of words (currently standing at 150) that I have been collecting for some time now. They are stunning and feel so incredibly good as they pass from between your lips
I’ve broken them up in the style in which I like to read them out loud. Speaking of reading out loud, please do it. Feel the words in your mouths, savor them. And if you don’t like the sound of your own voice, ask someone else to read it out to you. The power, the sensuality, the intensity… there is nothing like it.
(I hope anyone read this enjoys words as much as I do. I’ll probably post more poems in the same vein soon. Words are some of the prettiest things to exist and no matter what language you speak, I’m sure there are words/phrases/gestures/characters/intonations etc to fall in love with. Language is one of the greatest human triumphs, isn’t it?)
The second poem today for the second prompt. This poem is about knowing people for so long that you forget to grow older together. Sometimes we need to stop and see where we lost each other, and where can we find each other again.
I lasted one day.
This has to be a record even for me. I’m motivated, nonetheless. And although I’ll probably end up Arthur Shappey-ing my way through this month, as long as I have 30 (if not more) poems to show by the end of it, I’ll be happy!
I’m going to try and write 3 poems today, and day four was a great place to start since I love the prompt(write about the cruelest month). So here it is!
This particular poem comes from the fact that I will be meeting the person I was in love with (and who was my best friend) in December and I’m already anxious. I am afraid that I’ll start feeling how I used to and even more afraid that I might not.
(AND I just realized that everything seems to have jarring romantic overtones. Not that romantic overtones are bad, it’s just slightly disconcerting for me to write all this stuff in the current mental state that I am in. It’ll probably fade away in a bit. At least that’s what I’m hoping)
Goodness, it’s been so long since I’ve written a blog post. Years, I think. These days I don’t even type much on tumblr. It’s hard to get into the habit of writing again. Right now, as I type, I can feel an itch building under my skin, trying to take me away from this site. However, this time I’m not giving up that easy. For the first time in my life, I’m participating in NaPoWriMo. This is the most ambitious thing I’ve ever tried, writing wise, and I’m not sure I can stick with it.
But goddammit, I’m gonna try.
Today’s optional theme was a lune – I didn’t stick with it. Instead I’ve written about being ready to love. It took me far too much time to get over someone I loved dearly, but now that I have, I can’t wait to fall in love again. Only this time, I hope it ends well.