You are the embodiment
Of the Egyptian godesses
You hold light and life
In the base of your belly
Be proud of where you came from
You didn’t come from cupcakes
You came from pain
It’s time to rise
It’s time to be exactly who you were meant to be all along
Bare bones splinter
A man voices his disregard
An ache low and bitter
Sits in my blood
The dazed eyes searching for something
They always knew
There is a bunch of reasons why I write everyday
One is for my family
For freetime or solitude
So I have something to look back on
To see how far I come
To avoid negativity
Why do you write?
The days give me thoughts collected over time
The days don’t give me a thing I invested in my tomorrows
I held on to my collection of thoughts and waited for them to double
Thoughts are of no value left inside a head
Write them down think up more and write those down
Save them for tomorrow
Why am I here
The brick walls swallow my voice as they reach toward the heavens
Why am I here? I ask myself one more time.
To learn to be around writers like me. Well, not like me but also writing.
But we write alone
So alone that we pay money to be around people who understand the solitude writing requires.
We hash out ideas
We walk and ask ourselves how we got here and possibly where are we going with this
The host reminds us that others who’ve attended got published, he flashes their books and moves on.
Maybe that’s why I’m there
To try and figure out what to do next.
There is a reason why you’re here
It’s to read this poem and to realize this poem’s existence would cease without you
It would be silent
A dead silence with the night air stuck in a place that never really existed
It would lack the chaos of us
Trees would fall into oblivion
I would fall into oblivion.
there’d be no us
there’d be no poetry
You are the poetry
Guide me to a place of strategy.
Draw me a map in color with a key
Send me blueprints of the vessel I should build
I will build and explore
and search for what becomes of it all