How Déjà Vu Caught Déjà Vu and Derailed My Memoir...
Still spraying disinfectant for all the good it'll do
Been here before
but hate it no less,
for it hurts as it draws
through blood and brokenness,
plus a litany of hellstones
that didn’t
survive my memoir draft.
Morose moments
turned marathon derby
of every bend in brain where I deluded myself
that a few penned lines
might make for engaging prose,
or
by some wild stretch of grammar
the odd life experience
might cross over threshold
of
less interest
to
more potential for intrigue
once elementals coalesced,
once intentions became clear,
once successive chapters signposted a heretic
not a heroine.
But I’ve been in this thought-place before
that…
…aren’t they the same thing
to bring a much-needed
atypical template to a life?
Such supreme antithesis of the incomprehensible
without her/him/you in it...innit?
But hey,
been here before…
Thank you kindly for reading my ramblings!
Now I wanna do some abstract drawings and get frustrated if they're not 'perfection' in like, an hour...
OMG, you too???
*What happens when you do the 'weird write'*
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This feels and reads like a path I've took. Where I overthink. I go to my past to see if there's anything good back there to write about. But sometimes it feels like grasping for the wind. All thoughts dissolve and I am left in the clouds somewhere without mind or words. This was outstanding and sadly, deeply relatable. 🤗❤️🖤 👌🏾
This was such a fun, relatable read. Been there more times than I can count!
Nothing I do is perfect and I am easily derailed but you got a poem out of this s o it worked
But that's the thing about abstract drawings ain't it? That they can be perfect although they're incomplete or whatever they are. But, I'm a perfectionist and I totally understand what you mean hahaha. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️ Loved your poem!