I have no idea how you were able to make such a meaningful poem out of a POV of all things, but I congratulate you, and I am in awe. You officially can make a poem out of anything. I also love this recent poem, I thought it was really cool how you incorporated numbers into thee poem into an actual phrase, it gives the feeling of robotic-ness in the poem.
I love your use of typos especially in the typoo poem, it's really interesting how the typos add to the theme of mistakes. 164 iii hits hard, especially after the previous part of the poem. 156 is so beautiful and painful, with it being in Spanish too.
(Almost done, I promise) I love all the words you use in machinatory, and the imagery of a rusted metal robot, and how you said so much in so little words.
Awesome job, they are all so beautiful. Also, you finally caught up! Good luck in the final push!
i once knew a man who lived each day the same, he never changed a thing. when they told me he died-- i couldn't cry. all i could say was, how it all felt.
if memories rise and fall like how i loft my hopes into prayer, i think it is better off believing that everything is recursive. that i-- dying, will return.
you will never have to be alone.
august is a ungrateful season #170 04/29/25
tumultuously, i revise the timeline. going into the past-- i change what happened into what should have been done.
here is the list of what i would have changed: i. the fact that i loved you. ii. your monachopsis and my ambiguity. iii. failing to tell you everything. iv. you not loving me enough. v. trying to blend my life into yours.
spring #171 04/29/25
i. i have been writing about spring for [xxix] days now. this means that when all is said and done, april will bloom. i will remember the crocus as may fades in.
ii. dandelions are beginning to sprout, they are yellow as morning sun and as bright as a glorious renewal. however, in their "weedy" nature, they will usher in the full leaves and plantlife, disregarding the beginning of a spring. goodbye, crocus, tulip, daffodil. hello lilacs, rhubarb, roses.
iii. may is coming which means summer is soon. i do not wish to wither as i melt into a summer, but i shall. i will do anything to forget. but conversely, i will miss spring. it is a birth of sorts. a rebirth. i am born in autumn, so to attach to the opposite season feels like a betrayal.
am i your kind of man #172 04/29/25
i guess i'll miss the man. explain it if you can-- his face was far from fine. i know i will not miss his acrid stench, his hands on my body, his eyes craving me impatiently. i loathe that. maybe i really won't miss him.
mourn #173 04/29/25
it is windy which means i will be haunted by his spirit. is this what sound the cavity in his chest made?
color theory #174 04/29/25
red + green = brown purple + white + blue = periwinkle orange + yellow = sunshine you + i = the color of my skin when i met you i + her = the black tar of rot father + i + memory = cowardly grey
i. so, this is where i will end up when i die. typing away, saying the same things over and over. i inecessently complain about august, but maybe i am the one who is having a hard time getting over it. he is malignant\ i am lingering. tumourous\detaching. parallel\undefined.
ii. april showers bring may flowers, and i will ruminate with haunting monachopsis. i do not try to quell my storms, instead, i let the wind take my place. it will outline my future into my past, replacing the current with what could have been. for this one time, i shall secede to the wind.
iii. lain dormant-- i am dying[stagnant]. if i ever try to find a moment where i am not[restless] i'd be unable to resolve it. never have i not felt my pulse beat deep within my skull. this affliction is entitled "iterations of fury." i stay bitter, i remain unfazed. stubborn.
Herb... Genuinely HOW can you write SO MUCH poetry. it is truly astounding and I am just in awe. You are absolutely prolific! Loved your efforts this napo! always love me some herb poetry any time i see it. Congrats on all you've accomplished!
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
AUTONOMOUS SENSORY MERIDIAN RESPONSE (ASMR) #175 04/30/25
i feel it within me-- it is resonating within my marrow and flowing downward. dropping my stomach--- i do not return to you anymore. you are there-- but here, i am not sure who is being sensed-- my husk or your remains. all i know is that the branches that tap on the windows are your digits, my skin and all the pain, braided into a nebula.
memorial of being: gone with the time #176 04/30/25
i yearn to relinquish my time-- i would not want to linger. staying hurts more than leaving, especially when you are a dependent being. i stay. statistically, this undoing of ones self makes my life all the more improbable. i hate abandoning-- sometimes what you think wouldn't haunt you will plague your memory until you are broken on the sidelines.
may is nigh, so i will slumber. my calloused hands will create no more tapestries, i have lost my will to weave.
inhibitions of a sloth, i laze. waiting. maybe i shall return [metamorphasize].
melancholia induced by my lack of self #178 04/30/25
i am mourning the loss of what is no longer there. i see mirrored refractions of my personal shortcomings-- i do not exist. my self is not fully congealed, i, will not shift.
sometimes i cannot recognize my wading shadow when all i'm presented with is the perpetual mimicry of self.
phantasmic glory; the last spring tryst #179 04/30/25
i. what died will stay recoccured. nothing is permanant, i do not shift my weight in a spirit realm because i do not have the physicality. death is life is rot is growth. my means of a beginning is carved from a finale.
ii. inoccuous. there is nothing special about you. so i rebirth myself into a faint shift of character. my heavy rainfall now comes with the aftereffect of a rainbow-- you wouldn't know. our orbits no longer intertwine.
melancholia induced by a medley of memory #180 04/30/25
i. facetious in nature-- i (restless) compose a reprise of sorts. this time, i am behind myself. i am saying something about the fireflies and the dust particles. this time, in this universe, i am grabbing the hand. i feel the broken bones mend.
ii. apathetically- i disregard convention and tradition, you do not exist within my own context. i am quite literally saying that i do exist for once. that i am now some sort of protagonist. that it is my point of view, my player character. that in this universe, i have no consequence.
somber-- you chart a soft constellation into my skin. your universe-- and i shift uncomfortably. the part of me that knows it's not actually you aches. the part that forsakes you writhes in pleasure. [unfotgetting] and [restless]-- i see it all so clearly. i see the springtime flowers, the ruins of my lives in the past. the nebulae, the clouds as they become aerated. i see it now-- your face blurred in all the photos, as if i wouldn't remember. whenever i close my eyes, if i don't focus hard enough, i can see him on nights like these. still, to me, he is always present. he never lets go of the past, and to be frank, maybe neither do i. maybe i am stubborn and selfish, and stupid and just a boy. but for now, i'd just like to believe he is always tracing the firmament of a memory.
sobbing screaming crying because it has been such a journey to watch you make it this far. you devoted so much time and passion to this napo, and oh my god, it shows so much. there's so much improvement from the beginning of the thread to now, and that just happened in a month. i have genuinely loved every single poem you've written this month (just know in your heart that i did in fact read every single one---and i said i was going to, didn't i?)
and herb, are you kidding me? that last poem? "but for now, i'd just like to believe he is always tracing the firmament of a memory." I CRIED ACTUAL TEARS. i've never been this emotional over the ending of a poetry book. well, this isn't exactly a book but it technically could be.
i'm in awe of all that you've written this month, herb, truly. in other words, this is so hype, diva.
