i have plenty of unread books
Advent Emmanuelle

i have plenty of unread books
from Roth
to Palahniuk
supposed have been read
at a good nook

these books I have
are stack on one shelf
cause time hasn’t given
a minute for myself

these books I have
supposed are my companions
when I’m split into halves
amid destruction

#books   #unread  
of the unread...lain sleepless in astral catalepsy.
Onoma
Onoma
Nov 10, 2015

As ever shall be, the endearment
of the unread...lain sleepless in astral catalepsy.
Fevered forever in seeing, as by the
absence of occupancy--the life of
light lives its pass through and
through.
Absorbed wholly, spoken for by a
silence too great to repeat...
yet tacitly repeating.

stuck
stuck
May 2, 2014

Would I
still be
a poet
if none
of my
works
are read?

are my works being read or are they being placed like dust specks in little corners of untrodded
#poem   #poet   #not   #be   #to   #appreciation   #works   #unappreciated   #unread  
3 Unread Messages,
april
april
Dec 7, 2014

I still remember
the day
I lifted my eyes
from an unending screen of words--
3 Unread Messages,
1 Voicemail,
10 New Emails--
to see your face
and say hello.

I should have just checked the voicemail.

She wasn't worth it but at least I've gotten poems out of it.
#love   #heartbreak   #poem   #poetry   #girls   #breakup  
if his words should go unread?
Whiskurz
Nov 28, 2012

Is a poet still a poet
if his words should go unread?
Or is he just a dreamer
with words inside his head?

Does a poet keep on writing
though no one knows his name?
Or spill his soul 'til his fingers bleed,
searching for his fame?

Does he dream of Poe as he writes his verse
in poetic harmony?
Or Count the Ways like Browning did
in sonnet forty-three?

Does he Take the Road Not Taken
like the late great Robert Frost?
Or take the road the others take
to find out that he's lost?

A poet is a poet
if his work should go unread
His words will stand the test of time,
in something that he's said

if his work should go unread?
Larry B
Mar 18, 2011

Is a poet still a poet
if his work should go unread?
Or is he just a dreamer
with words inside his head?

Does a poet keep on writing
though no one knows his name?
Or spill his soul 'til his fingers bleed,
searching for his fame?

Does he dream of Poe as he writes his verse
in poetic harmony?
Or Count the Ways like Browning did
in sonnet forty-three?

Does he Take the Road Not Taken
like the late great Robert Frost?
Or take the road the others take
to find out that he's lost?

A poet is a poet
if his work should go unread
His words will stand the test of time,
in something that he said

1.1 - I am unread    
13
13
May 10, 2013

1.1 - I am unread    
        
1.2 - those letters of condolence lying on the bed    
        
1.3 - that ephemeral note initialed in red    
        
1.4 - that formal invitation for the newly wed.    
        
2.1 - A disturbed heart to caress    
        
2.2 - with words unfit to address    
        
2.3 - A tragic dusk beckons unless    
        
2.4 - here distress succeeds success.    
        
3.1 - Patience lost and passed around    
        
3.2 - anxious fell the tragedy crown    
        
3.3 - the coldest breeze brought it down    
        
3.4 - A stranger to all upon its ground.    
        
4.1 - A swindled tongue that once had said    
        
4.2 - all that bleeds will soon be dead    
        
4.3 - like the fading memory you choose to dread    
        
4.4 - A feigning heart yet to be read.    
        
5.1 - Those words of goodbye by despair led    
        
5.2 - with an ugly truth left to confess    
        
5.3 - that missive of hope which never turned to sound    
        
5.4 - still unread.

alt. reading: 1  
1.1 - 2.1 - 3.1 - 4.1 - 5.1
1.2 - 2.2 - 3.2 - 4.2 - 5.2
1.3 - 2.3 - 3.3 - 4.3 - 5.3
4.4 - 2.4 - 3.4 - 1.4 - 5.4

alt reading: 2
1.1 to 1.4 - 5.1
2.1 to 2.4 - 5.2
3.1 to 3.4 - 5.3
4.1 to 4.4 - 5.4
Relyn Anne Ramos
Relyn Anne Ramos
Apr 30, 2013

the scattered letters i know,
i turn into words
the thoughts floating in my mind
i turn into poetry
when vague, it becomes prose
when i can, i turn them into song

but, at all times—
they never reach you.

I always knew that
I’ve been throwing rocks into
A ripple-proof sea

recycled shit
10/30/13
N
N
Sep 7, 2014

You'll never know they're all for you
You'll never know they even exist

You send me spinning with lovely one sided words
then leave me alone with my sentences for you

I always care more..
 
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