(So I'm 9 days late making this thread but) is anyone else taking part in this? It's [URL="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Poetry_Month"]National Poetry Month[/URL] in the States and so a lot of people are doing this challenge of writing one poem a day for the whole month, and so far I've been on track and have been writing daily and posting my poems onto my Tumblr.
If other people are interested in taking part/are already taking part, we could all post our pieces here for everyone else to read and enjoy and possibly critique or just comment on. It can often be quite difficult to find the time or motivation or inspiration to write something daily so it'll also help us all to stay committed to the project. If there are any writers here reading this or have been toying with the idea of starting, I would really, really recommend it. Prior to this month I would struggle to write maybe one thing per week, and while it's still not totally easy for me to write each day now, this project has definitely pushed me to experiment more with different styles and to continue creating in the face of 'writer's block'. I'm not even a third of the way through and I can feel myself coming more and more into my own style and my own voice. It's not too late to start, either!
I dunno, poetry doesn't seem to be that popular in the CC but I've posted some of my pieces here before and received generally positive responses, so I think if enough people got on board with this, it'd be really cool!
Anyway, I'll dump a few of mine so far to *hopefully* get the ball rolling. If anyone is actually interested then you can read all of them on my Tumblr, tagged [URL="http://motherfuckgepetto.tumblr.com/tagged/napowrimo"]#napowrimo[/URL].
[QUOTE][U]5/30 - ‘i tried to do my english assignment but i thought about john donne snorting adderall instead’[/U]
You wake up to a blank Word document and swollen fingers.
Your clock is probably trying to say something
but you know you’d be ashamed of it and
the desk is so far away and
everything is so far away and
everything is so far away and
how did everything get so far away.
A friend calls you and says something about the gym
but weights are so heavy and most mornings
you’re still learning how to lift yourself out of bed.
The poem that you’re writing in your head
won’t finish your assignment
and it won’t pay your phone bill
and it won’t walk your dog
and it won’t feed your dog
and it won’t feed yourself
and it won’t let you sleep when the Sun does for at least 6 hours a night
and it won’t reply to your emails
and it won’t apologize to all of the friends that you let go of because you forgot how to breathe and your throat fell out of your nose
but maybe
it’ll make you smile,
make someone smile,
her smile.
Her smile.
You think about her smile
but don’t.
You ask your neighbour if he has any ritalin left
and you read the words “is typing…” about 26 times
before admitting that you probably wouldn’t survive the comedown today
anyway.
Your mum comes in and offers you some fruit and you wish you had the energy to apologize for being so dead.
She tells you to be positive
and you don’t know what either of those words mean anymore.
You’ve chased too many nights into the morning
only to give in once the birds start singing
to know which side the bright one is
let alone how to look on it.
You wake up to a blank Word document and swollen fingers
and alt-tab to a YouTube search of the poem that you’re supposed to be writing about.
You read a comment on a video,
“is Wordsworth himself reading it out?”
and you remember to breathe
because it’s okay,
it’s okay,
it’s okay.
Wordsworth would agree with you
anyway.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE][U]7/30 - ‘Keyholes’[/U]
There is no deeper meaning to this poem;
I am nothing special and I’m sorry that I lied to you but
I already did it again.
I am a glass flute built upon dreams gone greyscale
played off-beat to the tune of old melodies
and lyrics that read like postage-stamped letters
to dead parents, scribed blindly
on the broken wings of gagged prayers
offered to deaf gods.
There is no deeper meaning to this poem;
I am nothing special and I’m sorry that I lied to you but
I already did it again.[/QUOTE]
[quote][U]8/30 - ‘someone who isn’t me has a fear of flying’[/U]
i dont know why i lied to the doctor
she asked me how many hours of sleep i was getting each night
and i said um like around 8 on average
because two weeks ago or something i slept in once and got maybe 13 hours of sleep
and woke up to a grey sky that was only getting greyer
and i felt so melancholy
that i spent another hour or so lying there
thinking about all the hours spent lying there
lying there
lying
i didnt tell the doctor any of that though
she might think i was weird or something
i said um like around 8 on average
and averted my eyes
and thought about a picture that i saw on the internet one night
that shows the direction a person looks when they lie
later she asked me
‘is there much joy in your life?’
and i said ‘joy?’
and she just nodded
so i said ‘haha um i don’t know’
because since when is that a real question
and she just nodded
and wrote something down on a page on her desk
while i thought about subway foot longs and tumblr
i wanted to ask her what she wrote down
like maybe she just thought of a really good line for a poem that she was writing
or maybe she just wrote ‘lol’
or maybe she was just drawing pictures of really big dicks
i dont know i didnt ask her but i wish
i did
i told her i was a writer
and she said ‘oh really, that’s good’
and then she didnt say anything else
i was a bit disappointed when she didnt say anything else
but she probably didnt know that she’s the first person who has ever heard me say that
without stuttering or saying um haha and touching my face or falling over or something
i think she did enough though
i think doctors should just nod and say ‘oh really, that’s good’ when you show them
that there is rust forming on some parts of your soul
and maybe one day they will hug your rust as well
definitely i think that would be enough[/quote]
Depending on how much interest there is in this, I'll either keep posting my daily entries or just awkwardly let this thread die and that'll be the end of it.
Thanks for reading!
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