in the labor pains
of the day
before i could see
to put pentopaper
i dreamed i felt the earth.
jarred.
by your incurable anger.
whatever i did,
i’m sorry.














Comments
great, love, wow.
[so glad you didn't have "advanced" checked]
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Ff
I wish the information given in the description was a part of the poem.
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amelia
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we sailed away on a winter day
we stayed as malleable as clay
but ships are fallible i say
and the nautical like all things fades.
~j. newsom
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amelia
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we sailed away on a winter day
we stayed as malleable as clay
but ships are fallible i say
and the nautical like all things fades.
~j. newsom
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If I'm not writing, I'm just sitting here changing oxygen into carbon dioxide. Like a baby. A little shit and piss factory, maybe one day a man. Be a man today, motherfucker.
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amelia. nothing cute about it at the mo'.
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"Come and play with me," the little prince proposed. "I'm feeling so sad."
"I can't play with you," the fox said. "I'm not tamed."
Ok, so, as much as I agree that the description is interesting and adds a certain depth, I think it also spoils too much of the mystery (esp. the basically-fictional ending) to be included in full. I reviewed the description for parts I like, i.e. would recommend including, and really, I think it's best to leave most of it as just the story behind the poem (which it is, of course). Putting "incurable" before "anger" in the poem would go a long way, though.
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If I'm not writing, I'm just sitting here changing oxygen into carbon dioxide. Like a baby. A little shit and piss factory, maybe one day a man. Be a man today, motherfucker.
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amelia. nothing cute about it at the mo'.
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"Come and play with me," the little prince proposed. "I'm feeling so sad."
"I can't play with you," the fox said. "I'm not tamed."
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