This miracle.
More than once.
Stay up all night.
Troubles, worry, my closest friends.
More than once.
Stay up all night.
Reading your poems.
Wondering.
Why bother.
New names, millions.
Endless, a beach.
Talent that mocks me.
Enfeebled, why bother.
I am ready to say.
Enough.
I am tantalized.
Where come us all?
So much talent to design,
Word combinations that
Astound.
I think.
Never write a sentence.
Longer than five words.
Simplicity.
Modesty.
Let this be your.
Memory.
Record.
There is no place.
In this mirrored world,
Where selves so easy slashed.
For arrogance.
There is no place in poetry.
For the arrogant.
More on this later.
Now, I am knee-floored.
Crying. Begging.
Turned my eyes
To the mountains.
From whence will come
My help?
My miracle?
September 7th, 2013
3:56am
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 3:57 AM UTC
This miracle.
More than once.
Stay up all night.
Troubles, worry, my closest friends.
More than once.
Stay up all night.
Reading your poems.
Wondering.
Why bother.
New names, millions.
Endless, a beach.
Talent that mocks me.
Enfeebled, why bother.
I am ready to say.
Enough.
I am tantalized.
Where come us all?
So much talent to design,
Word combinations that
Astound.
I think.
Never write a sentence.
Longer than five words.
Simplicity.
Modesty.
Let this be your.
Memory.
Record.
There is no place.
In this mirrored world,
Where selves so easy slashed.
For arrogance.
There is no place in poetry.
For the arrogant.
More on this later.
Now, I am knee-floored.
Crying. Begging.
Turned my eyes
To the mountains.
From whence will come
My help?
My miracle?
September 7th, 2013
3:56am
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