yesterday was a special day for the poet illiterate
two wonderful poets took my words and made them into something beautiful
it’s funny
see i post my rampant thoughts in the assumption no one will notice
and instead
art was made from them
i don’t know how to describe the feeling
even in floundering verse and profanity laden tirade
someone connected to it
i didn’t expect it
and it makes me feel funny
i’m just a fool
taking acid etches of my misspent and often misspelled mental degradations
and these silly little personal slices of an already paper thin soul seem so meaningless when compared to real art
i take inspiration these real poets and garble meanings behind poorly written metaphorical meanderings
sitting on scaffolding a couple hundred feet in the air
and spitting thoughts from ground level
but maybe
just maybe
if i can set someone’s mind to running
it could be worth it after all
set someone’s heart to racing
tap into an adrenal gland now and then
well hell
i’ll have to keep on writing
that could be the whole point
and
worse comes to worse
i can always try and write hallmark cards
my condolences on your loss
but we all sort of thought you were a shitty person
love everyone in accounting
or not
i was still honored anyway
happy birthday
you’re getting a card because
honestly
the thought of putting more effort into doing something for you is
frankly
repugnant
love
your family
love the hallmark card writings
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oh sarcasm
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I can hear you. I can see you. You’re not alone. The voices speak through us and to us and it gets confusing being here sometimes.
Thank you. For sharing. Your process. It’s messy.
Thank you.
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another coincidence–i wrote a hallmark card the other day https://quixoticmama.com/2018/08/15/do-you-think-hallmark-is-hiring/
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Oh shit. That is wonderful. It needs to be a t-shirt
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I think it’s very easy to diminish the things we do personally. For ourselves reading or writing, there is nothing enigmatic about what we’ve done. We are always vulnerable and stripped bare before our own selves, or those of us who are introspective and intuitive, so our own brand of art seems less than beautiful. Much less.
It’s an unusual thing to bare witness to ourselves through another’s eyes and while we’d prefer to discount it I suppose it’s not really fair of us. It’s what they see, what they felt. respectfully so. 🤗❤️
This brilliant manic word depot is quite a melting pot of many attractions. All stemming from a beautiful mind that can create powerful images and emotions with a pen or keyboard. Deal with it, it’s your lot, 😉😋
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thanks EC, you’re the best
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