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叶安灵 // 16, 2022 // she-her-hers
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Message to Readers

I honestly have no idea what this poem is about, it just kind of spilled out on a sunny morning.

Also, I have read all of your comments and been touched by each one, but I feel strange writing "replying: thank you!" to everything when I'm speechless at your kindness! So, if I don't respond, I'm probably reading through your pieces and will be leaving feedback on those as a thank you for you doing the same ;)

"tell me anything"

August 30, 2020

FREE WRITING

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You asked for anything, so this is what you get.
A cold morning, eyes swimming in regret
Or a hot night, a danger you haven’t met
You asked for too much and it’s killing you now.

We don’t spin our words from golden threads of spider silk
Despite what the poets will tell you.
We pluck them out of our minds and 
Hover over them to act as a shell

You know as much as poets make outrageous metaphors to things that aren’t related at all,
It still hurts to be looked at from that angle
Objective to the deepest feelings, hardest pain
Like a surgeon staring at a tumor that has cried more tears
In the past few years
Than most people ever do.

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8 Comments
  • WrenWrites

    okay i know someone already said it, but seriously
    "We don’t spin our words from golden threads of spider silk
    Despite what the poets will tell you.
    We pluck them out of our minds and
    Hover over them to act as a shell"
    that's legendary. great job <3


    3 months ago
  • Tayyaba

    HATS OFF :))


    3 months ago
  • happy butterfly

    "We don’t spin our words from golden threads of spider silk
    Despite what the poets will tell you." wow this piece is so celestial?! just so different.to me its confusing and equally understandable i guess.such a beauty,this is a special piece<3


    3 months ago
  • Ella R. Baker

    Wow! I love the imagery of the second stanza and how you describe poetry. This is wonderful!!! :D


    3 months ago
  • Charisse Marison

    Beautiful, BEAUTIFUL poem! And I love the simile near the end, absolutely genius!


    3 months ago
  • Anne Blackwood

    Replying: Haha thanks. Does that mean you weren't referencing my lines "writers craft words into writing that drifts on and on,
    like bits of spider silk twisting itself through the wind."?


    3 months ago
  • Anne Blackwood

    Oh my gosh this is magnificent. I mean wow, it's really really special. Also, "We don’t spin our words from golden threads of spider silk
    Despite what the poets will tell you." Welp I feel called out haha.


    3 months ago
  • Paisley Blue

    Wow, I love this! The last few lines are so descriptive and raw. Beautiful poem <3


    3 months ago