Poem
It comes dribbling
plip
plop
one word at a time
I can feel the
words shoving the tips
of my fingers
‘Write me!’ they
scream,
‘Write me now!’
It comes pounding
thwap
smash
one word is too slow
my fingers rush
pushing and pulling
at the keys
stopping
isn’t an option
keep going
just keep going pour allthe delicacies
the secrets
you can
into this
small piece of paper
let them go.
if you put everything down
you can forget it
and it will still
be there
a forgetting without forgetting.
keep going.
keep writing.
it comes smashing
breaking everything
in it’s path
so stereotypical.
I can’t stop it,
I let it through
It crashes hard against
my mind,
my body
I try
hard to persuade it
please hit the white
page,
stop smacking into
my cheeks
my chest
stopping
isn’t an option
but I try so hard
to direct the river
of ideas.
My life is rushing out
through my fingers
a clicking
or a scratching
flying though my
palms
instead of
pushing through my
eyes
my mouth
I’m flying.
It's not
over.
Stopping
isn't an option
so don't stop.
Keep going.
I push my fingers
hard against
anything that will write.
I'm breathing.
I'm flying.
I'm okay.
plip
plop
one word at a time
I can feel the
words shoving the tips
of my fingers
‘Write me!’ they
scream,
‘Write me now!’
It comes pounding
thwap
smash
one word is too slow
my fingers rush
pushing and pulling
at the keys
stopping
isn’t an option
keep going
just keep going pour allthe delicacies
the secrets
you can
into this
small piece of paper
let them go.
if you put everything down
you can forget it
and it will still
be there
a forgetting without forgetting.
keep going.
keep writing.
it comes smashing
breaking everything
in it’s path
so stereotypical.
I can’t stop it,
I let it through
It crashes hard against
my mind,
my body
I try
hard to persuade it
please hit the white
page,
stop smacking into
my cheeks
my chest
stopping
isn’t an option
but I try so hard
to direct the river
of ideas.
My life is rushing out
through my fingers
a clicking
or a scratching
flying though my
palms
instead of
pushing through my
eyes
my mouth
I’m flying.
It's not
over.
Stopping
isn't an option
so don't stop.
Keep going.
I push my fingers
hard against
anything that will write.
I'm breathing.
I'm flying.
I'm okay.