Today, I want to be a poem:
I want to be able to
reach my hands out to either sides
and stitch myself into words
that make sense.
I want them to tell me
that I am perfect
lyrical
unavoidable
beautiful
no matter the structure
of which my words and veins intertwine
into an embodiment of my cautious self.
And when that's not enough
I can spend my free time rewriting definitions,
and savor the feeling of being
a simple string of thoughts
loosely connected by the
everchanging ideas of symmetry, and transparent beauty.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC
Today, I want to be a poem:
I want to be able to
reach my hands out to either sides
and stitch myself into words
that make sense.
I want them to tell me
that I am perfect
lyrical
unavoidable
beautiful
no matter the structure
of which my words and veins intertwine
into an embodiment of my cautious self.
And when that's not enough
I can spend my free time rewriting definitions,
and savor the feeling of being
a simple string of thoughts
loosely connected by the
everchanging ideas of symmetry, and transparent beauty.
