#blurt
“I write blurt by blurt, edit once, then post and send it out like a puppy”
that is learning to walk, impossible to walk straightly,
thank gawd for walls and laundry baskets and single sneakers
that obstacle us into trouble, opportunities always a near
but never fatal crashing,
and our whisking swishing tail is an ever
countervailing, counterbalancing
waving gesture of
“oops,
there we one goes from nearly, nearer, almost another
nearest disaster
*that is the style of substance of how I write
headlong smashing, bouncing off walls,
regrouping spindly words into a balletic
clown show,
startling off in a new and unforeseen direction,
scrambling energy like three sunny side up eggs,
whistling and crackling and popping,
god, this writing stuff is **** tiring,
so much easier to respose,
chew there upon,
selectfully taste and spit~select
a single word,
picking the appropriate apropos,
taking a nap in between,
then
recommencing
blurting
blurts
of escapading words
that tumble out,
falling all around,
requiring reassembly like
an impossible-to-put-together
new toy,
anyway,
here for you to play with
for your sensory pleasure
is my latest greatest
blurt,
which rhymes with
dessert,
which I will imbibe
after eating all my*
vegetables.
Mar 11, 2024
Mar 11, 2024 at 4:47 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, feel with others and make them understood:->
in her feels not mine to be
in her exclamations a secret to the seeking havens I see
just from the beginning
I confess I blurt must
bring respect to hands of dust
undone by the noise
maybe breathed to the wrong soils
for me to you its a pathetic muse
for you to me its a phenomenal---an interlude
wrapped around a neck a tormenting noose
for the lines might be altogether attached
yet by the hearts ultimately snatched
yet the pieces left broken
swept under the deeps of the rug gone unspoken
strangling up to the muffled tears
been shed been dear
even when life is brought to its feet
still bound to magnetize
she drugs our feels
your moons---a blessing in a demon to the darks
not a silver not a golden not a dime a ricocheting stark
painted on ceilings
are you an angel haunted by the devils???
seems like God is unfair
sorting mindlessly things just for hearts to rebel
a past life you wish you could speak of you may
from them those of the brutal realizes to draw out through the way
disguised on the pretends
you pay
so **** miserable for me to digest to decay
what about you the owner
of a curse everyday???
believed to be a sad sad serenade
just from the no ending
where I await a second
I confess I blurt I must say
------ravenfeels
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 12:57 PM UTC
Virtue-signalers mocked
hens half-cocked
Gender twisted
whites blacklisted
Identity politicized
tradition despised
Patriots shamed
Trump blamed
Bards bested
poetasters tested
Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 3:26 PM UTC
I place myself in the center of room
as you panic to pack up your stuff,
being careful that nothing is left behind.
There are flowers growing in the corners of the room
that ask you to stay.
There are green skies
that we painted.
There are flaws your and mine
that decorate this wall.
There are TV channels
that we can surf through,
there are days to be wasted.
And I want to waste them with you.
I want you to stay.
I almost blurt it out.
But had it not been for these flowers and skies
and days written in color of your name,
I could have left
to find the dreams I never had.
There is a chandelier
of blood red glass
of your sighs and goodbyes.
I know you are not running away from me
but from our devils,
from our destruction,
that lay between us
every night.
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 2:34 AM UTC
I am just words and letters combined.
Asdfghjkl;
Woop
Heh
**WHAT
NO.**
I say these things all the time.
They may not rhyme
or hold any meaning
I just tend to blurt things
such as, I'm sorry
I'm punctuation obsessed,:';"-...,/
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 7:00 PM UTC