“Confessions, Part III”

On plain sight, I despise you,
Your painful awkwardness,
Your lack of worldliness,
The way you bend like plastic to my every word.

I tell myself to move away,
Because we become like the people around us.
But you seem to be the only one who stays,
So I can’t bring myself to make this change.

But it goes further than that.  Continue reading “Confessions, Part III”


“I don’t feel, but I do think”

I don’t feel,
But I do think,
And thinking can be a terrible emotion.
After time and love have passed,
Though betrays still a devotion.

Why it’s taking me this long,
To forget your fingertips or the fact that you exist,
I cannot explain.
I don’t feel,
But I do think,
And it drives me quite insane.
Insane to know that for some reason,
You’re still messing with my brain.

Nights, maps, songs,
Rain, postcards, telephones
Command my thoughts to go to you.
I tell them,
I don’t feel,
But I do think.
And they laugh,
Because there is no such thing.

Poetry Is Not About Keeping a Diary

     Regardless of what it might often seem like, poetry is not about keeping a diary, but capturing moments and ideas, real or imagined, that are worth being recorded as a memoir of the human experience as a whole. We do not assume that all of Shakespeare’s sonnets were written about someone he knows. They might have been inspired, but to call them so personal is to degrade their value as a whole.

     Poetry is not about truth in experience; it is about truth in outlook. When I write, I almost always end up turning the poem around in the last few lines, in order to offer the glimpse of the hope at the end of a storm I see as essential to a happy outlook. Others might write differently, to match their outlook on the world.
     Furthermore, some of the best writing is the over-exaggerated type. Few get excited over mediocre love or sadness, but not everyone lives in such a wildly emotional world, and they’re lucky to be so.

So the right thing would be to stop, stop the assumptions. A writer is not always writing about themselves, just as a painter is not always painting something she can see.