poems
looking back on other poems
are apparently what my poems
had in store for me today
my words
March 9, 2024
so much of my poetry
is very indicative
of me
and i am almost enough of an
enlightened person
to really look at it
objectively
almost
June 4, 2023
write
write as if your life
depended on it
write
as if you couldn’t start a whole day
without it
write as if you couldn’t find
your true identity
as a human being
unless you were to
write
write
write as if you just can’t do anything
but
write
~~~
am i actually
naturally
good?
or am i fooling myself
over
and over
and over again?
~~~
does it even matter tho?
if i get satisfaction?
if i feel pleased?
should i even care if anyone else deems it ‘good’
?
February 7, 2023
i feel as though all my words this morning
are tilting towards something useful
a new perspective
or solid poetry
or something
but none of them are actually arriving
they are simply hanging
tilted
on the precipice of something
but nothing
is bringing them
back to
earth
December 7, 2021
there’s an ache
in old poems
that i think i’ve lost…
the words falling out of my brain
hold in them a pain
of trying to find some sort of connective
tissue
through
to others in this stupid experiment we call
human
existence
and what happens when everything becomes
happenstance
what becomes of the worlds words once i built
brick by brick
letter by letter
when the better /half/ of me
plays into capitalism
to make our lives a bit
stabler
i read old
lines
older
stanzas
and a common thread appears
a subtle but strong undercurrent
to understand and be understood
(and might i still have that
now?)
kipventures 