i read a poem that made me question
the things i've been calling poetry
it made me feel that what i write
simply isn't enough
i could do better
the poem was about a woman
and i felt whole
and the words weren't for me,
about me,
but i felt whole
in ways i can't explain
and i'll never be able to
but i thought to myself
that this is poetry
and this is what words
are supposed to do
they're supposed to make
you feel things
regardless of what
and i kept wondering
if my words
have that effect
i want people to yern,
long,
hope,
survive off my words,
devour them
and i want my words
to leave them longing
and hoping for just a bit more
and i read this poem not once,
not twice,
but three times,
eating up the words like they
were the last meal on earth
and i felt whole
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 2:33 AM UTC
i read a poem that made me question
the things i've been calling poetry
it made me feel that what i write
simply isn't enough
i could do better
the poem was about a woman
and i felt whole
and the words weren't for me,
about me,
but i felt whole
in ways i can't explain
and i'll never be able to
but i thought to myself
that this is poetry
and this is what words
are supposed to do
they're supposed to make
you feel things
regardless of what
and i kept wondering
if my words
have that effect
i want people to yern,
long,
hope,
survive off my words,
devour them
and i want my words
to leave them longing
and hoping for just a bit more
and i read this poem not once,
not twice,
but three times,
eating up the words like they
were the last meal on earth
and i felt whole
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