oh no
oh no
my monthly [or so] feeling
that i want to write
prose
here it comes
[there it
goes?]
poetry about prose
December 28, 2025
i’ve always used poetry
to warm up for writing prose
but last night i wrote prose,
and this morning feel invigorated
to write poetry once more
and perhaps it is not the type of words i type
but instead simply the act of writing itself
which warms and invigorates and excites me
for future writings
[perhaps
perhaps
perhaps
i can call myself
a writer]
January 6, 2025
the problem with my desire to write
both poetry and prose is that
my poems feel more like journal entries
and my stories read more like poems
and when i try to make sure one feels like itself
[or even if i force into line the opposite kind
of writing that most folks find stable and ‘right’]
it all feels forced and off and awkward in the daylight
so, i suppose, i should just always write without expectation or label or genre
or even a plan for any words that come to mind?
i suppose, i should just
write?
September 24, 2024
damn
i’ve been daydreaming
in prose
January 17, 2024
the problem with writing
in a different format
[essay and story
i.e. two different prose types]
for so many days
is
it makes
my poetry feel
somehow
Wrong —
maybe less than
maybe too much
maybe just off
from what i’m now used to
but it all just feels so
Wrong
now
April 30, 2023
so much writing
over the past three days
and so little of it
poetry-based
who even am i?
March 29, 2023
i’ve lost my mind
inside
a well aged mansion
on a first planet from the sun
filled with animate skeletons
and backstabbing
and mystery
and…
i haven’t lost myself in a story in so long
in a world like this one
i feel obsessive
obsessed
and like i want to compress the time between time with my headphones
making excuses to do chores
take walks
just so i can know what the heck is going on
and it feels refreshing
but also like i
wish i could write a story
this immersing
January 19, 2023
my mind fills with stories
my eyes close and see words
language was always about translation
from thoughts to forms others understood
but here in this moment
when opportunity meets momentum
only morning pages
will ever
get done
~~~
but is that
so bad
a thing?
~~~
i know i could write prose in poetry
i know i could tell a story esoterically
but my words still only seem fit
to express the feelings
in my own life
how could i tell another’s?
kipventures 