i do not speak like a poet.
my words are clumsy and callous
and i often trip over my own tongue.
there is no beauty to my words
or thought to my form,
and my voice does not fall soft and slow
like honey song, drizzled sweetly into willing ears.
rather it is raspy and quick-tongued,
laced with mispronounced words and oddly said accents.
my sentences race ragged and jumpy,
with capricious contours and half-finished phrases,
and i often lose my train of thought.
impulsive and unrefined,
i do not speak like a poet.

— but on paper i am a different person

to be honest with you,
i didn't plan on making it this far.

i didn't plan anything at all.

and i'm always baffled by my lack of motivation,
but i forget i've already made my biggest accomplishment by

being here today.

I gave her thornless roses,
thinking there is space still for something
between those ageless hands.

Very nice, sir.
Never dear, never darling, never precious—
Such old words, she says.
She means: like lungs and gasoline,
we just don’t need them anymore.

But I get my smile.
Always do.
Measured, weighed, tested, and yet:
Brief eclipse, splash of night.

The model was a fresh Rita Hayworth, 1939.

Yes, very nice. Only, tell me, sir…
Do you remember?
When the world was cruel?

Later, when there is time,
I swear to start again.
I have had dreams of honeyed girls
and an end to fearing silence.

What is it
that you want from me?

Oh,
wild things.

The secret lives that we live
The poems that I write
You have no idea
Not that they are about you
Except this one
And a couple more
Ok, maybe a few.

every person is beautiful
own unique way
search passionately
behind masks

lines have beauty
dare to find
poor grammar
poor vocabulary
creates poem
high thoughts
poor form

yes
form
words -> boring form
easy realization of thoughts
silence
great realization
action
perfect one

action -> beauty
take the action
find
own unique beauty
show beauty to the world

sure you good at something
manipulation of a particular person
walking from A to B
knowingstars/arts/music/history/them/self/dead/alive/animals/series/nature/culture/how to make love/how to give love/how to cook meal/how to kick him/how to make bomb/how to dig tomb/how to switch on/how to vanish zone/how to go out/how to groow tree/how to smoke ***/how to die young/how to climb top/ how to clean dno/ how to be a *****/ how to ******* ritch/how to jump/ how to jank/how to sell stuff/ how to grove up/ how to be cool/ how to play games/ how to **** kid/ how to **** her/ ******* them/ how to be racist/ how to burn atheist/ how to consecrate a car/ how to open the bar/how to speack honestly/how to make mistake/how to kick her ***/how to **** her face/ how to bring pleasure/how to aim/how to **** brains/how to treat/how to threat/how to choose/how to snooze/how to pass exams/ how to break arms/ how to chew gum/ how to write Elizaveta Bam/

do you like knowing?
do you like pass knowledge to others?
knowledge of something else
not about you
we don’t care about you
nobody cares
somebody cares
just for self-profit

**** war
**** tyranny
**** hatred
**** god
let’s share the beauty

She doesn’t deserve a chance
You’ve given hundreds more
Than she would ever need
All while she slept comfortably.

She doesn’t deserve a chance
You’ve offered thousands more
Than she would ever realized
All while she viewed simply.

She doesn’t deserve a chance
You’ve offerend millions more
Than she would ever believe
All while she thought easily.

I deserve the precious chance
You haven’t offered one
That I would take with love
All while I dreamt widely.

I deserve a chance.