i’m feeling so at odds with my own writing this morning
like it’s a morning for reading, not creating
but i made a promise to myself —
my morning pages are for myself
to just get out what needs to get out
[and it’s ok if the posted poem for today
was not actually written today
but
i do have to write *something* today]
so what is actually in my head this morning?
writing about writing
November 4, 2023
it is kind of wild to me
that art in and of itself
is simply an invitation to
s t r e t c h
any truth we may want to share or inhabit
[any pureness for accuracy
may or may not be
entertaining/
good art anyway
so why not craft reality
to your individual
liking?]
October 29, 2023
approaching the end of this poem part of my day
and finding out
i still have so much to say
and i’ve not yet said it
even in 325 plus words
…nerds
[as an exclamation]
October 26, 2023
vibing with the music
hoping to have something to speak of
something of which to write
to spite
the depression coming quite
quite
quite
quickly
October 24, 2023
let yourself be cringe
let yourself make you cringe
it’s not just about not giving a shit
what others think
it’s also not giving a shit
about what you yourself
think about yourself
no one’s opinion matters
not even your own
just be
and be
free
October 19, 2023
i definitely feel like my concentration is a bit
gone
these days
don’t know if i’ll get it back
don’t know if i want it back
but i suppose
this is how
human-ness goes
~~~
how many times must i
write ‘how many times must i’
until it captures this tiredness
from life
and structure
and stricture
and strife
enough that i can leave
that openng phrase
behind?
~~~
don’t know if that poem is
exactly what i was trying to say
but hey —
i said it.
October 1, 2023
i can’t concentrate today
at least not on the creative aspects of me
maybe it’s a good day
to just
rest
[if i can allow myself
simply
to be]
September 29, 2023
(do i still need to approach each day’s poetry
with the goal of 300 full words?
have i gotten over my weird breaks in my routine?
am i still recovering from skipping
or am i finally free
to do whatever
pleases me)
(and is a 300 word goal
a pleasure
or a prison-box?)
September 13, 2023
cryptic poems
are no fun
when they’re written for the pure purpose of being obtuse
but cryptic poems
that come fully fleshed
from the depths of your mind
and you had no idea where it came from
or even
what in the world it’s trying to confide
but it’s here
it’s out
in the world
those cryptic poems are okay.
August 30, 2023
but
i got nothing to write about
(not because
i’m less than full
of feels
and thoughts
and so much so much —
but ~because~
i’m so full
with those things
it’s so overwhelming,
and all the feels
thoughts
and other head-heart junk,
that it all melds together
into white noise
static
static
static)
kipventures 