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i drew my heart with dry erase marker
(wet red curvature inking it sharper)
soil sand earth glass
the boards we use for graphs in economics class.
Gold and blood(both dirty and clean)
circulate hungry and far between
they follow their guilty they point their blame
water honey roses flame
teacher laughed(but history read
that in the long run we're all dead
earth glass soil sand)
burn our coal and sell the land
block by day and book by page
i grin your glee i wreck your rage
cloud by sky and star by night
my heart it often sleeps in spite
drawings washed off permanent
grinned their mess and did their stint
(breathe wait soap and then)they
said their prayers they went to sea
roses flame water honey
(and only the sky can be blue before dark
when wavelength signature is clever is better
wet red curvature inking it sharper)
some day certain hearts missed a beat
(and burning pleased to skip my reach)
science spun me higher inch by inch
dust by dust and word by word
bone by bone and deed by deed
and life by life they eat their greed
good fun and everyone seethes by envy
lust by wrath and sloth by pride.
Gold and blood(both slick and oil)
sand earth glass soil
pointed their follows and spilled their shame
water honey roses flame
(wet red curvature inking it sharper)
soil sand earth glass
the boards we use for graphs in economics class.
Gold and blood(both dirty and clean)
circulate hungry and far between
they follow their guilty they point their blame
water honey roses flame
teacher laughed(but history read
that in the long run we're all dead
earth glass soil sand)
burn our coal and sell the land
block by day and book by page
i grin your glee i wreck your rage
cloud by sky and star by night
my heart it often sleeps in spite
drawings washed off permanent
grinned their mess and did their stint
(breathe wait soap and then)they
said their prayers they went to sea
roses flame water honey
(and only the sky can be blue before dark
when wavelength signature is clever is better
wet red curvature inking it sharper)
some day certain hearts missed a beat
(and burning pleased to skip my reach)
science spun me higher inch by inch
dust by dust and word by word
bone by bone and deed by deed
and life by life they eat their greed
good fun and everyone seethes by envy
lust by wrath and sloth by pride.
Gold and blood(both slick and oil)
sand earth glass soil
pointed their follows and spilled their shame
water honey roses flame
Literature
emotional abuse
strangers weigh my life
and cherish the surface.
i don't blame them,
it tells a kinder story.
love is a white dress;
goodwill is having plenty.
laughter is contentment
and beauty is
to never want for anything.
but if the scars on my mind
were rendered in my skin
none of them would know me.
Literature
Not a Fountain, a Vessel
I swear I’d rather languish than live, draw nobility
from potting into the soft cheeks of my little alcove.
O, wisp of a street, O bend tethered to bland little globes
scuttled by cat runes and miter dust, where I can still stand
without an inkling to speak or to tame my beard, my growth,
and lay prone and mired in the damp silt of my afterbirth,
why, through these ripples in the fold, do I sense how meaning-
less it is to intend, to recollect that brazen mist
of cells, entranced, which someone once thought beautiful?
I think, “why move at all?” The lip will seize that sun again
and all the things I fleshed and held,
Literature
I'm fine
I want to laugh
I want to smile
But my heart won't allow it
I want to cry
I want to weep
But I'm too weak
I want to care
I want to share
But I'm too scared
I want to talk
I want to scream
But all I can do is
Whisper
"I'm fine"
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Day Five of NaPoWriMo/gliitchmonth! 
This is also my entry for the Week One Challenge, which was to select a poet and try to write with similar style. I chose e. e. cummings, because I adore his lyricism and the whimsy in his poems. What I wrote is directly based on the piece anyone lived in a pretty how town and I hope you like how it turned out because I sure do!
Notes:
- yes, the first stanza comes from real life and my economics class (which I really enjoy)
- "in the long run we're all dead" is a quote from Keynes about the fact that markets will correct themselves back to equilibrium in the long run but that doesn't mean we ought to do nothing in times of problematic disequilibrium because the long run is an indefinite measure of time
- does this count as free verse? with lilting rhythm and half-spineless structured rhyme scheme?
This is also my entry for the Week One Challenge, which was to select a poet and try to write with similar style. I chose e. e. cummings, because I adore his lyricism and the whimsy in his poems. What I wrote is directly based on the piece anyone lived in a pretty how town and I hope you like how it turned out because I sure do!
Notes:
- yes, the first stanza comes from real life and my economics class (which I really enjoy)
- "in the long run we're all dead" is a quote from Keynes about the fact that markets will correct themselves back to equilibrium in the long run but that doesn't mean we ought to do nothing in times of problematic disequilibrium because the long run is an indefinite measure of time
- does this count as free verse? with lilting rhythm and half-spineless structured rhyme scheme?
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