It’s such a monkey dance
Performing poetry for your entertainment
A facade of word vomit spewed on a vocal stage
Your hearts and comments wilted roses thrown at bare metaphorical feet
Just trip and prick on your thorns and bleed more poetry for your enjoyment
How many poems really shook you?
How many stabbed you in the guts over and over again
Until you bled semi vulnerable poetic responses dressed in gauze the colour of dusk and dawn
But see, I owe you nothing
This poem shouldn’t even be written
What good does it do to add to the aches plastered across home page
Are we really all that broken and sore
Or do we pick at scabs to write with
A sort of phantom pain
A whisper of trauma strung together to paint a pity picture
Yet here I am
Filled with rage and nothingness
Because both basically mean the same thing and I
Refuse
To
Speak
When
Told
To
About the Creator
Oneg In The Arctic
A storyteller and poet of arctic adventures, good food, identity, mental health, and more.
Co-founder of Queer Vocal Voices
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Comments (5)
Brilliantly written. This feels like fire in the veins of a passionate poet who refuses to conform!
You nailed it. So many reasons to write poems, So this is a poem of poems.
mm oneg u leave my brow furrowed, i have felt similarly. i'm working on something rn that i think i'd like to discuss with u ❤️
Are we really all that broken and sore Or do we pick at scabs to write with ugh these lines are so deep! questioning our motivations and undermining our ability to feel things! this is such a complex and tough poem. thank you!
A bit torn whether to like and comment as I see the point there. But really impacting piece, says a lot about the way things are sometimes. 🩷 Riot time?