Jan 6, 2020
You’re the one thing I can’t erase .
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You’re the one thing I can’t erase .
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every mouth you’ve ever kissed
was just practice
all the bodies you’ve ever undressed
and ploughed in to
were preparing you for me.
i don’t mind tasting them in the
memory of your mouth
they were a long hall way
a door half open
a single suit case still on the conveyor belt
was it a long journey?
did it take you long to find me?
you’re here now,
welcome home.
Once , a boy told me he “ doesn’t believe in labels “
If someone loves you enough they’ll do the work .
If someone chooses comfort over growth they’ll make excuses .
Clear vision breeds clear results !
Let’s see what happens a year from now .
C.S.Blandshaw
10/18
Writing should be private
Like between you and the space you feel safe to write in
Sacred
No sound
No drawn out thoughts of perfection
Rereading or grammar
Writing should be perfect and private with or without mistake
Nothing should question your genius
Your fluidity on paper is the bravest representation on you
Like the sun that appears repetitiously day in and day out
We shall write
Write for secret
Write for comfort
Write for bravery
Write for sanity
Write for love
Write for loss
Write to feel safe
Safety is always important
Probably just as important as love
Let’s throw tea parties to celebrate our organized unorganized sacred privatized love
Love of writing that is
A love affair that only a writer could understand
Sacredness that only those who come here to escape shall feel
We are meant to be felt
Unconsciously conscious
In secret
Behind several closed doors
Which we unlock with paper , pen , or finger tip and warm embrace
Just us and our thoughts uninterrupted by the world
No need for style and grace
Sometimes not even metaphorical bullshit
Just us
Pony tails , pj’s , coffee, and imaginary banana splits
Cigarettes in mind
Blowing smoke while we write
Vodka or whiskey in hand
Taking shots or slow sips while we type
We are self numbing yet self medicating at the same dammm time
So yes you owe it to us for our writing to be done in private
Because we need to ferment
Writers get better with time .
July 10 2018
5:20 AM
- C.S.BLANDSHAW