no creative energy
no inspirational flow
no way to know
if this is how it is today
or if i just need to let my imagination
go
~~~
so
i suppose
i’ll write
~~~
a glitch
in the system
a ghost
in my computer
a little spark of the unknown
is everywhere
around us
my brain started the day
just craving sleep
it moved on to listing/spreadsheeting/
organizational breathing deep—-
the calm that comes from analytical endeavors
and i assumed that would negate the need for poetry
but my surprise rises in perpetuity
as i spit rhymes and find lines i didn’t know i
craved
with the very soul of me
i’ve expressed so much in so little time
in so very few lines
and it’s not even 9…
i try to create art with words
but sometimes i need to create art
with art
and my abilities there
do not size up
and i frustrate-quit
over
and over
and over again
but what if
i
kept going?
so much writing
over the past three days
and so little of it
poetry-based
who even am i?
am i writing
just for writing’s sake
or am i writing
for mine?
(and is there even a difference?)
writing
but maybe not poetry
(and defs not in the morning)
but here i am, a good little enby
making up for lost hours
writing post-writing
into the document
which will then adjust
and edit
and make it into the wordpress
and then be released unto the [virtual] world
all so i can keep up a streak
/
feel accomplished at something
/
feel more at home in my brain
/
express and share and maybe give y’all something to think about
/
probably other reasons as well
so i guess i’ll leave this here/there
[this un-poem poem]
and go
when words are your art form
and you have trauma that takes away
the memory centers for language retention
what does that mean for
everything?
slant rhymes
sidelines
within this line the image aligns
too obvious
too salacious
too heavy-handed to be a poem by my hand
but here i am
writing just for writing’s sake
opening my soul to a computer screen
to see what
(if anything)
takes
am i vibing
with writing
or am i in need of
sustenance
or am i still concerned
with potential
or lack thereof
or am i just
kind of
tired?
the focus
of today
is failing
whether i write one hundred words
or one
i can’t seem to keep them all in line
with one another
i’m not one to give up
but i am known for knowing
when i’m fighting a losing battle
and maybe it’s simply time
to give myself
a [day’s]
break
