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Why I Am Not A Painter

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            a pile of mostly raw and probably bad poetry

            on the internet
            in the hopes of creating something better

            This blog is not CLEAN and is not meant to be.
            Useful critique appreciated, i.e. specific comments and suggestions.

            You need not identify yourself unless you want to;
            comments will be judged on value, not the source. (Although knowing the source can be useful.)
            Unsupported heckling OR praise are not appreciated.

            Also, I vaguely apologize if you're my friend and you see yourself or others we know here.
            I am aware that that can be unsettling
            but that's the risk you run being friends with a writer. Also,
            maybe you're just being paranoid. Also,
            there is never a clear picture of reality

 

i love you so much that when i read this poem out loud it has extra words and punctuation that only i see and when i read this poem out loud it's never to myself but to you across any gaps in space and time which only exist in the mind

i start to define happy thinking
of you and the secret
inside which only i know
even though everyone knows
you're special when you're
with me you're It you're capital
letters and major acronyms
which spell out your status all
the best things are undoubted
and in my heart are wishes
we make together kisses
mouth words in the language
i cannot write to tell
anyone but you
know how i'm trying to say
this is concrete yet we are
fluid how we fill each other


Comments:
adam: (that poem was nowhere near finished btw)

adam: (that one with the really long title)

emilie: oh wait what
awwwwww
i actually like that one a lot
lately you've been telling me a lot of my writing isn't done

adam: have i?

emilie: it seems so
you really think that poem is "nowhere near finished"?
i might need to ask for more feedback than that.

adam: ok
i'll get it to you
2013 is the first year since 1987 with all different digits; i thought that was cool
 
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