silence is the void surrounding us. you shift, uncomfortable - your posture radiates discomfort. so does your body language. you're restless, and i'd really like to sit quietly. and then you speak. your words are insipid, uninspired. (you just want to take in oxygen, exhale carbon dioxide) so you chatter on. the air is filled… Continue reading Poetry 101 Rehab: Talk
you think yourself a villain, one who can create conniving plots at will. creative contrivances are not your forte, so you're reduced to senseless babble about your demons. (think you know mine? try again) and so you prattle on trying desperately to expose demonry. (desperation: you wear it like cheap perfume) go on. keep on… Continue reading Poetry 101 Rehab: Exposition
i used to gab all to you until the day that i locked it away.