Hello, I’ve returned!
I hope you’ve been doing well. Eating right, getting enough sleep, doing all that healthy jazz. … Just like I totally have been … Because that’s how college works … the epitome of health.
Anyhoo, enough small talk. No one likes that stuff anyways.
I wrote today’s poem in a style that I am completely unused to. (You’ll be able to tell if you’ve read my other poetry, I’m sure.)
Typically, I use long, flowing sentences whose meaning can be lost if I later do not edit them to be shorter and more digestible. This one, I reworked and reworked until I had it chopped up into little bits.
By doing this, I was able to find the pieces that were unnecessary for the poem. I removed the unnecessary parts entirely … only to find that I had the same poem. Except it was shorter. Better for the modern short-attention spans and multitasking workaholics, right?
Keep Your Ideas to Yourself, I’ve got my Own, Thanks.
Struggle to breathe. Perceptions
of what I should be and must
create. Ideas. Thrown carelessly
to my feet. Shatter through cracks
in a glass floor.
Art can’t breathe. When
everyone wants a different piece.
Your ideas of words. Suffocating
grasp around my wrists. Fingertips
graze the keyboard.
Empty electronic paper. Hold breath.
Wait for first word. Words.
I need. To breathe. This is how. I.
Don’t tell me. How to. Breathe.
(Yes, the spacing is on purpose.)
I hope you liked it! This is my first piece in a style like this. It went well I think.
Thanks for reading! Have a lovely day! 🙂