I need to get back into poetry, so I'm challenging myself to write one poem every week using different styles and techniques. These are based off of my experiences and emotions.
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There is always something left to love. - One Hundred Years of Solitude
I want to read your poetry. Isn't that my right? My privilege? I should get to read what you write. What do you mean it's too personal? Nothing should be hidden from me. You should tell me everything. Poetry is not a secret activity.
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There is always something left to love. - One Hundred Years of Solitude
The yarn scrunches and bunches up, getting more and more messy from my countless attempts to shape it into a square.
My mind unravels faster than the yarn. It's not satisfied with what I created. There's not enough corners. Too many stitches. I start over before I even begin.
There is always something left to love. - One Hundred Years of Solitude
