rewriting a poem again?????? yes guys lol.
some poems i read after months and cry at how lovely my words are and others make me vomit in my mouth and wonder why i ever thought i should be allowed to write. this falls into the latter i’m afraid.
metamorphosis and butterflies and rebirth is everything to me and i did not at all do it justice the first time i wrote this poem. undeniably, i was overwhelmed with the first breath i took outside my cocoon, and i understand exactly the sentiment i tried to communicate. i will try again to materialise my overwhelming emotion and we will see in a few months if i despise it or not.
also for the record, i actually have been writing poems in my dream! full fleshed poems, and i remember them when i wake up. i have no idea what is happening but i am enjoying it. my dream poems are some of my favourites.
i’ve even been writing in my
sleep.
i can see it,
the lines
and the parentheses,
i could almost taste them.
i dream my poems
(write more)
i dream poems
i
never wrote
(write more)
i dream befores
and afters
and i dream everything
i ever wanted to.
oh,
the wonders of ever transforming.
i am born
and i breathe death
in every word.
my gross body
rots,
all of me rots.
i am constantly
leaving Old behind
and finding New,
yet i never change.
i never change;
because i always
Change.
(breathe more)
find breath,
find balance,
find centre in myself.
i can see my breath
in cold
and feel
my balance
in warmth.
i dream what i
write and write what
i dream;
a self fulfilling legacy ,
a self perpetuating cycle
; of freedom.
cocoon is safe
yet it is not me.
i wrap in a cocoon
every night
and my dreams
are plagued with
poetry.
every morning i dare
to break
out and crack open,
tear open at my sternum,
rip out
and bear the sunlight
on my bare
skin.
every moment
i emerge an
inch more,
moonlight coaxing me out
further
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