She Attempts To Write Poetry

Putting all the feels into words, trying to muster up the editing skills and courage to perform at open mic night

[shitittyslampoetry]

I hope you changed your phone number.

[shitittyslampoetry]

Platonic crush on you

[lonergirlmonologue]

"tell me it was real, because it was real to me."

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“Someday, you will be in love again. The sun, a wound on your windowsill. Light falls on your dreams. It sounds like someone knocking.”

— Sanna Wani, from “Memory is Sleeping,” The Puritan (no. 53, Spring 2021)

[kurtcobainindresses]

— Karen Russell, "The Ghost Birds" in The New Yorker (2021)

[wordsforyoungmen]

[shitittyslampoetry]

There is Sun for the first time that doesn’t burn to the touch~

[shitittyslampoetry]

There’s no one else I’d rather be stuck at the airport with,

No one else I’d rather battle head colds, traveling with crutches, or navigating rude people with.

We joke about your ‘George Clooney’ hair;

Little specks of silver peeking through the black (or very dark brown, depending on who you ask).

I see excitement in those specks- the hope of more days with you, and if they have to be days spent stuck in the airport, so be it.

None of these thoughts make sense.

None of this writing is good

I can’t write well anymore

As long as I get to keep watching those specks of George Clooney keep poking through the black,

I’ll keep trying to find the words

The words to show how you make me feel

Which is new and happy and solid and ~safe.

Which is something I have never experienced simultaneously before.

Something I didn’t realize could exist until I met you.

You’re showing me what love can look like

And feel like

And hopefully before all of those dark dark brown hairs are gone, I’ll find the words.

For you or for me.

Do I need to write these, does this love require definition?

[shitittyslampoetry]

Writers block

I can’t find the words

I’ve been trying

Not even forming in my mind, let alone on paper

I am so grounded in love right now. I never imagined a partner like him, so effortlessly I feel at home.

I don’t have words yet

I wish I did

I don’t know how to write when I’m happy.

I hope the words will come

[rob-art]

Helga Stentzel

[geryone]

In the Pines, Alice Notley

[shitittyslampoetry]

Be patient, lovely

Wait

Be still

Wait until the ocean in your chest is calm

Wait until there is peace inside yourself, inside your soul

Wait until the rain passes

Until the lists are checked off

Until the spring flowers fade and make way for the summer vegetables

Wait for them to become rooted

Until the flood waters have settled into the soil

Wait for the soil to dry.

Until the wind is manageable, until the breeze is a gentle friend to you instead of the swirling tornado skies

Be patient, lovely.

Notice your breath inside your calm chest

Feel the solid soil beneath you

And notice your own strong roots holding you in place

Remember the rough water you’ve sailed through-

But do not dwell.

You have learned strength; patience.

Notice your breath inside your calm chest

And exhale

You have arrived.

Your heart will be confused and your mind will find it difficult to steady

But have patience.

This is the universe opening herself for you

This is the finality of understanding those past seasons that were not meant for you

This is your closure and your beginning

This is what whole feels like

This is what stability feels like

This is home, the home you’ve patiently waited for

Be patient, lovely. You will keep blooming within yourself season after season.

There is sun for the first time that doesn’t burn to the touch.

This is the warmth that will help you to keep opening, petal by petal.

Rough waters will likely come again, as is the nature of things

But you’ve got strong roots

And weathered time that proves you’ve made it before

And you’ve got your sun.

He is warm

And good.

Be still.

Don’t hide your face away in fear like before

Worry is natural but you are patient.

Be patient.

And let the golden rays soak into your soul.

Live inside of it.

He is warm

And good.

And you are patient.

This is your beginning

Soak it all in.

[geryone]

Pink, Sylvie Baumgartel

[weltenwellen]

Mary Oliver, from “There you were, and it was like spring”, Red Bird

[eliamatrell]

— MARIA PAWLIKOWSKA-JASNORZEWSKA, trans. Barbara Bogoczek & Tony Howard. 

[geryone]

Headless John The Baptist Hitchhiking, C.T. Salazar

[batzies]

[Text ID: I love you. / I say your name all the time when you're not around / just to put more of you in the world. End ID.]

[flowerytale]

Anne Sexton, from A Self-portrait in Letters