Alive another day,
hear poetry knocking
between front teeth,
crushing ribs
in ways only God can
heal.
Woe drips inside mouth,
a sickly baby breaking branches,
to build a bonfire
home.
I am a wet dog howling.
- CHANGE -
Howling dog wet a...
Am I home?
Bonfire, a build to branches
breaking baby sickly
a mouth inside
drips woe
Heal
Can God, only?
Ways in?
Ribs crushing teeth
front between
knocking poetry
Hear day. Another alive!
Misery, this? To more is there
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Written 9/15/14 @ 9:18 PM
Wanted to do something I don't do often. Wrote the first half with no intention of using this form, then played around with it, combining and moving lines together. Thought of a few of these lines while walking out of my poetry/creative writing class into the rainy weather, with the desire to live for poetry.
Also, listened to "Honest" by The Neighborhood while writing this.
