Lately, I've been dedicating a lot of my writing time to an incredibly large project that will consume a lot of my creative energy for the next few months. My poetry work, as of now, will be sparse and infrequent, I'm afraid. With that said...
From here on out, I'm going to relieve myself of semi-daily posting duties to focus more actively on this project, and I'll do my best to post a poem (or some likewise literary work) once a week.
I might as well give a sample of what I'm cooking up in my brain for the time being:
My eye is apparently red, possibly from the writing n lack of sleep, but I've thought of more things anyways, maybe just to drive me seminsane—
Freedom v. Love
I've written so much about this in the past ~4 months that if my brain were spilled open, and all the words spilled out, strewn across the dry, dry grass, it would, perhaps remarkably, prophesize—
"He was loved,
and so he was free."
And it would lie there for a long while, the occasional hormonal teenager strolling by (like myself, only less free) to read it, to like it, then forget it (me). The seasons, just as your reasons, would change, and with the slightest ocean breeze — we're at the ocean now, stay with me — the letters would float into a different kinda prophecy—
"He wasn'd loved,
so he was free."
Where'd the a go?
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