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Even if I never write another piece of my garbage that I call Poetry I'm still a reader of such and stagnant pieces are just a ******* for contemptuous lust and soul ******* forms part of the Universe as such I absolutely refuse to read something Untitled It ***** me completely that you can sit down and completely unload Emotions uncontainable Not just on a page Ink veins open and dripping but by making your fingers move making your brain communicate with extremities can be exhausting and still you lay bare - all your nakedness and angst and your happiness wrapped inside sadness and refuse it a name? What? You think after you've aired all your ***** laundry, hung your intestines out to dry, as you stitch together the cavity that once held your heart It's okay to simply expel your breath take a look at what you wrote and call it Art? Even though its nameless? I call it irresponsible to that which you gave birth and left it rotting in the ether with no title to ground it to earth
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Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 3:41 AM UTC
I Refuse to Read A Poem "Untitled"
Even if I never write another piece of my garbage that I call Poetry I'm still a reader of such and stagnant pieces are just a ******* for contemptuous lust and soul ******* forms part of the Universe as such I absolutely refuse to read something Untitled It ***** me completely that you can sit down and completely unload Emotions uncontainable Not just on a page Ink veins open and dripping but by making your fingers move making your brain communicate with extremities can be exhausting and still you lay bare - all your nakedness and angst and your happiness wrapped inside sadness and refuse it a name? What? You think after you've aired all your ***** laundry, hung your intestines out to dry, as you stitch together the cavity that once held your heart It's okay to simply expel your breath take a look at what you wrote and call it Art? Even though its nameless? I call it irresponsible to that which you gave birth and left it rotting in the ether with no title to ground it to earth
I am not dead, just resting, but I never stop reading, I don't deny food to my soul however, Untitled poetry is a pet peeve mine... Come on people, how much more effort is it to come with a title even after its done?
helen
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Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 3:41 AM UTC
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