When writing a poem, I was told:
"Do not repeat the same words."
I asked, "why not?"

Their reply:
"Repetition can be annoying
and unappealing
for those who are reading your poems"

At that moment, I wish I had replied:

" I repeat whatever I wish to repeat
because when I repeat myself,
I practice my repetition to the point
that whatever it was that I repeated
no longer sounds unappealing"

but instead,

I only wrote whatever I wrote
without writing what I wished to write,
( that is, I wished to write
without repeating words just to follow
the advice someone once told me
I should do, when writing a poem)
but instead, I wrote without writing
what my wishes were,
and now, I'm glad that whatever I write
nowadays is written
not by how I wish to write
but by how the write
should be written

just like that

I wrote poetry in the pages of my book
and my son scribbled over it
         I wondered who really made
                  more sense.

Sometimes,
all the shadows
come at once
and every touch
you ever gave me,
feels like knives
gently slicing
my melting body.

Your hair texture,
imprinted on the insides
of my hands,
no matter how hard
I wash them.

And your scent,
imbedded in my
skin
so deep,
I get nauseous
just being around
me.

I am a tangle of hair
a rustle of branches
against walls
droplets streaking
down windows
stillness of wind
before the new gust
felt heard seen
but yet a ghost

Whether I'll write or not,
it's not the question
for I wish to write today
tomorrow,
and the day that follows

The question is
whether I'll have time
today, or tomorrow,
or if I'll be here to write
the day that follows

No one knows.

“You’re just churning out words”
Isn’t any story you read just a bunch of words?
They just pass the comprehension test
So why do you detest
Such a fast paced style?
Is it cause you wish you could mimic?
Or is it cause you’re not really a writer?
Writers churn out words to feed their families and their spouses or even themselves
Sometimes people enjoy my “churned out words”
In the end, your churned out words will just be at the same starting level as everyone else's and your discouraging comments will flare and vaporize into nothing
As your name stays behind
And mine and the other ones rush ahead
Because their words mind their own business
And don’t seek destruction
They’re aware of the chances
They’re aware of the equality
So why aren’t you?

it was exciting
it was memorable
it was hot

you were here
in my bed
naked

bodys pressed against each other
hands intertwined
lips locked to your neck

the feeling
the urge
the moment

i was waiting.. wanting.. needing
but it was all in my head!
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