Excerpt || not quite a poem, but not quite studying either

Why is it
that I feel
the strongest urge
to write down poetry
during the moments
I need to study
the most?

READ THE ENTIRE POST

Advertisements

Excerpt || Why you will never find your name in any of my sonnets

I never write about you. And you hate that I don’t.

I am a writer. I breathe language. Words trickle effortlessly from the crevices of my mind and flow smoothly into sentences upon touching the unsullied earth, gradually accumulating into an interminably vast ocean of poetry and lyrics.

But not once have I ever written about you. I never write about you. And you hate that I don’t.

READ THE ENTIRE POST