روايات وقصص ضمن Poemas

wonder plants. perfumed by poetry or—philosophy. the Ecosystem, the still neon-twinkling thought of. the world: you & me & this apparition of faces, Notre Dame burning out of time w/ Kreymborg flowers all phrasally rooted to the print composition of ‘vers libertines’ in Others. where is the Other in The Waste Pound & Other Poems? subjected to, quarterly slicing open, the social subjectile: my dear abiotic of the super blood wolf moon, Make it new!

I didn't expect that. "That's a really sad book," I say. "You've read it," she straightens up a little. I nod. "And the other one?" "My mom gave it to me," she tightens her hold on it. "Poems, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge and Ernest Hartley Coleridge. Do you know him?" "Yeah. No man was ever yet a good poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. I read Poems for an assignment in school," "You went to school?" she all but shouts. I'm taken aback by her outburst.

My tutor had probably meant something more sophisticated than drawing the same moth until I wanted to stab it with my pencil. A knock came at the door. “Come in.” Avery opened it. “You knocked,” I said. “I can leave and try again.” “Too late. Growth has occurred.” She came in and shut it behind her. “Are you still pissed?” “At you?” “At the world.” “Generally.” “Good.” “Good?” “Means you’re not dead.” “Comforting.” She came over and looked at the page. “Why are there twelve moths?” “Because it’s twelve studies. Same one, from alive to not.”

-Lang Leav #PoetryDay" Nakaramdam ako ng pagkamangha sa'king mga nabasa so I liked one of the posts. How could they write things like that? Damang-dama ko ang bawat salitang ginamit nila. How could they express their feelings through writing? Nagbasa pa ako ng ibang poetry ng makatanggap ako ng message from unknown person. "Hi!" he said. "Hello," I replied. "Thanks for liking my poetry!" he told his gratitude. "You're welcome," I said. "Are you also a poet?" he asked me. "No..." I replied. "Why not?" he asked again curiously. "I don't know how to make one," I explained. "It's just your feelings through words." he tried to comfort me.