“It is always sad when someone leaves home, unless they are simply going around the corner and will return in a few minutes with ice cream sandwiches.” - Lemony Snicket
It would be so wonderful to have you join! But unfortunately sign-ups are closed because we reached the limit for amount of people. However if anyone drops out before the first round I will let you know and you can be added brackets!
that the powerful play goes on And you may contribute a verse
If you ever need to talk I am here for you<3
"All great change is preceded by chaos" - Deepak Chopra Fight through the chaos, there are good things ahead<333
Remember these poems must have been written this month can can not be written by AI. Please submit poems in this thread with either full text or a link.
The brackets are here! These will be your pairings until next round
@CapybarasAndCoffee Right here in this thread! you can post full text, put it in a spoiler, or post a link to a poem you have posted. Just along as it's something you have written in the month of April. You must submit before the deadline listed in the original post
that the powerful play goes on And you may contribute a verse
If you ever need to talk I am here for you<3
"All great change is preceded by chaos" - Deepak Chopra Fight through the chaos, there are good things ahead<333
revised version of one of the poems i wrote this month!
Spoiler
everything i say has been said before
all of my words are stolen. i am a copycat concatenating commas and colons. nothing i do is original, least of all these lines. i need so many synonyms to say the same thing. press pause…
now (word)play. the wind shivers palms until they sound like rushing streams. my palms sweep away the syntax error in my sense of self.
{twist your tongue until you're tongue-tied.}
am i only an amalgamation of grammar and parts of particles, stolen gram by gram from those who think more than i?
hush.
what if self is only a lapse in speech? i whisper to a spoonful of sleet: sometimes i think i lisp in my sleep.
{redo replay rework remake yourself over and over and under and under until you finally find what remains resides in a restricted rezoned redefined reason.}
u & i r 1
we listen to the palm of our hand. the lines are like shivering streams of wind.
look.
we are the beauty of weeds poking out from between a tired wall and a jaded ground. green against sun-faded red and travel-worn gray.
