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November 28
the same words
how many times can i regurgitate the same sentiment
until my entire body of work looks like nothing but bile
an acidic feast for sore eyes that are tired of experiencing again
practice makes perfect
overpractice makes noise
hypercommon humming that becomes imperceptible
the steak i’ve been keeping is chewy and burnt
the cookies i’ve kneaded are dense like soft stones
all my ingredients are stale and wilting as the only ones i ever seem to keep
speaking in circles
rewriting what’s written
recursion redundancy regret and repeat
maybe i should kill the selfplagiarist within me
maybe i should still my unoriginal hand
maybe i need to be cut off from creating
maybe i’ve simply run out of words
maybe this ending is putridly predictable
an extended stanza that is plainly unsure
how many times can i vomit identical ideas
until all that i am is reduced to warm spew
the same words
The words I heard to describe you echo through my head
The same words I heard to describe you were often used for me instead
The words I heard you use to say god might as well be dead
The same words I heard you use to say you love me instead
If you think this is the vaguest samifer poem I wrote for this week than you are wrong, it actually makes me wonder if it's a good idea to publish them under the samifer week 2013 tag
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I love my writing.
I love it more than anything else in the world, except for a handful of people, several of whom are actually characters I have written so they're just an extension of this whole writing thing that I am in love with.
I actually have a beautiful moment last night where I reread my novel and found the part where, mindblowingly, it got really *good*.
That said
I would like to start a drinking game for each time I use certain words.
It might not get me to stop using them, though it would certainly get me intoxicated.
everyone is always repeating
(la même chose)