"you only want my poetry
you only want words that you like hearing
you like when my voice is soft
like this
when it whispers soft 
like this
into your ear like this
you only want my poetry
but not like this
with teeth clenched like fists
throwing verbal punches at you double time
i cut this verse on my canines
sharpened syllables with a razor tongue
scorched by the fire in my lungs
but you only want my poetry
you can't handle the whole of me
you can't keep control of me
because how do you contain words when they're coming at you like a typhoon
when they soak through you like the rains of a monsoon
how do you like my poetry
when your drowning in my verse?
when the sounds make you squirm
your insides twist and turn
do you want my poetry then?
when there's only hurt and sorrow at the end?
no sunshine to bring the mood up again
no joy to balance the pain
no rainbow after the rain
you only want my poetry
you don't want my truth
you want a sugar coated lie caressed by a saccharine smile
you want poetry to pour out of lips dipped in honey
words caramelised and sweet
empty words with no heartbeat
rhythm with no soul
syllables without roots
poetry without love
poetry without truth
you only want my poetry
but you don't know what poetry is"

poem x

All I Have to do is Dream

Write at your desk
in unruly scrawls
pen and ink
Write and Write and Write
build a palace of crumpled papers
right at your feet

Write, cross it out, start again
Write, hate every letter on the page
start again, start over
Write, bang your head on your desk
pace back and forth for hours
dictate to a phantom audience
in your bedroom
in a city you don’t recognize
Write because the skyscrapers
swallowed you whole and won’t let you go

Write love poems full of clichés
and tired similes inspired by romantic comedy
call it original, call it garbage
but keep Writing
build a tower of rejected sonnets and lock yourself inside
until the world makes sense again
Write your way out
Write your way out
of the quicksand you’re sinking in

Write when you’re afraid
Write your insecurities into epic ballads
decorate your irrational fears with precise punctuation
your page is a damn celebration of your worst characteristics
if you can’t beat them, at least Write them

Write until the sweat beads on your brow
face your demons with your hands
write them out of existence

Write until it hurts
when the words flowing from your pen
begin to scare you with their honesty
keep Writing
give your words life
give them meaning
give them so much soul
they’re practically leaping off the page
and breathing on their own
do not let
the voice in your head
tell you otherwise
these are your words
own them.

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