Literally
Literally
I do not write
completely in broken
phrases
while thinking my incoherent
structure is
creative
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i do not try to be creative by ignoring capital letters
nor do i think lack of capitalization makes me special
because way too many things are written like that already
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I am awear of how to spell and use a diktionare
dispite how many other people don’t
and there not going their in they’re car
and I defiantly understand that “defiant” is not the same as “definite”
Because I am proficient in the difficult art of spellcheck
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I like punctuation because it makes my string of words into sentences
I do not misuse, commas, everywhere
I do not incorrectly place random; semi-colons just to sound; cool
I recognize run-on sentences I do not write in long annoying run-ons that go on forever
I use apostrophe’s in conjunction’s and possession’s, but I dont in plural’s
I understand that idioms consist in specific words
and the end is not where my unnecessary prepositions are at
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I pick topics other than
the candles of darkness burning my heart
black tears flowing from my wounded soul
how absolute my pain is because the (eighth) “love of my life” left me
your gentle, soft kisses and the sweet words of love you say
how utterly and unoriginally I am in (unrequited) love with you
the way I’m drowning my angst in suicide/substance abuse/sex/something bad
or vampires
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I like to make sense when I write
because, no-
the nails half-dropping from the coffee table halfway ‘cross the world
or the map of your morning-green eyes on her tired apple peel
or the way the soup dish sparkles like a champagne cherry
do not mean anything significant
even if people like to pretend they understand such gibberish
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I do not spend my entire composition on descriptions
Because after the thirtieth blazing charismatic splendiferous scintillating adjective,
I think I would start getting sick of them
Plus, I really don’t really care about the exact style of Cassie-Anne’s prom dress
or precisely how Lignin Jones tucks his billowing, dove-grey-with-black-cuffs shirt in
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And, Dear Abby/Mom/Joe/Myself/Someone/Nobody/Diary/Future/Lover/Mr. Pig,
I don’t write sentimental and/or inspirational letters
because everyone else seems to have used up that genre
Love,
Me
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And I don’t write anything pretentiously deep and meaningful
like random metaphors for death
or comparing a mud puddle to the shining hope of true love
and if I reference anything, I check my facts
so that Plato actually said the quotes I attribute to him
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I don’t rhyme words with themselves
Or use the same rhyme scheme over and over
Like “Oh how much I love you,
I don’t know what to do!”
Nor invert do I the line
Or use words that don’t fit the time
Just to make an awkward rhyme
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My characters do not get invisibility and teleportation and wings and magic
Or the ability to deus ex machina their ways out of a problem
Or otherworldly beauty, or jewel-toned eyes, or flowing [insert color] locks
And their story is not a trashy romance/soap opera
They don’t all speak in Nihongo desu or txt msg lol either
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I also write more than one disjointed sentence per poem