#logophile
Respair,
it’s not fair.
I am standing on a wire,
I wish not to be a liar.
Lean a little to the left you will fall to your death,
little to the right to find prosperity and ease that will make you feel light.
I might be scared to fall,
or maybe not at all.
Perhaps to keep my options mine,
have no responsibility on either side.
I think I stand here for the challenge,
to keep me on my toes,
for that is what I’ve always know.
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 12:29 PM UTC
Poetry is stupid.
And literature *****
Nothing I write ever feels as though I tell you
Anything true,
Fraudulent living.
My pen spills its ink
But never empties me.
Head still pounding, swirling
Swimming in black waters.
You all tell me words will set me free,
Yet I know now you were mocking me,
To read my agony
In my own blood must be a pleasure to you.
Do you see yourself in me?
I can’t connect
You’re out of reach to me, reader-
Hands grasping at air.
Writers are perverse.
Big sepulchres by the zealots cathedral;
Scribed all over, the living kneel outside in praise,
But the writer sees itself for what it is;
A tomb filled with nothing but death and decay.
Poetry is dumb.
The burden of feelings
Circle around the sink
But never drain.
So I will have to write again,
Hostage to language.
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 8:57 AM UTC
How often I’ve heard,
there’s no wealth to be made from words.
Just ink that burns,
pages that rip.
But enrichment of lives takes place,
profiting from human experience, and
Allow abundance in emotion
The beehives of my mind rattle.
Creating words, slowly,
their honeycombs of poetry.
I am as genuine as these stanzas claim.
Trying authenticity, keeping the first jar beside all I’ve concealed.
Words re-colonize all the time,
shaping themselves to make a home,
in the heart & mind.
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 2:43 AM UTC
Whether it is poetry
or even prose,
the orchestra of words
differ musically
In sound
In space
And even in rhythm
But never in meaning
Never in sweetness
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
And I'll wade through endless clichés
to find a single exquisite syllable
in a still inferior word
to describe her
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 3:10 AM UTC
Fellow logophiles,
let us grab the silk and stitch
the words.
For we have that power
to move the Heaven and
Earth.
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 7:20 AM UTC
I am a logophile. A lover of words.
I love words. Language. The way sentences can be constructed and broken down. How you can persuade, intimidate, bribe, barter, bully, influence, tempt, and so on. I love poetry. Slang. Lyrics. Quotes. Phrases. I love the pronunciation of words. The way we can read between the lines. How we can distinguish "Okay" from "ok." from "Kay:)" from "k.". How some words can send shivers down your spine, be it from how they're worded to how they're spoken to who spoke them to what meaning it holds. I love the quiver of the lip when someone says something that hurts. The stammer, the raw emotion, the shake in their voice, the tears that swell up in their eyes.
And I love words even more
when they come from your mouth.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC