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Self - listen up!!
(unfinished) anderperry from december
The muse takes it all.
The muse takes it all, the breath, the bone, The silence stitched beneath the tone. The trembling hand that dares to write Is merely ink beneath his light. he whispers storms in fragile ears, he drinks the poet’s tender fears. His smile weaves through every line, A thief of grief, a ghost, divine.
The poet stands in a hollow shell, Between her heaven and his hell. Each word she gives, he claims the flame, leaves her whispers of her shame. She falls, as poets often do, To chase a truth, she begs to be true. art is hunger, sweet and soft. The muse takes everything, the poet takes the fall.
I don’t know what’s inside of my chest, but it’s not a heart. It’s something heavy, and aching, and chained to silence.
I wanted "peace," to be left alone in my underground world. Real life oppressed me with its novelty so much that I could hardly breathe.
~ Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground
𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫
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(excerpted from Leila Chatti's poem: "Tea", published in Missouri Review)