Sta.sh
It is not enough to write
by ~TaralithaIt is not enough to put the words on page
or to align them like cocaine lines
in neat rows of cornstalk paragraphs
fertile enough to bear reviews.
No. One must bleed each period,
each dot-dot-dot like morse code mythology
the Gallic cry at the end of the telegraph age.
It must become an ocean in you, these voices
swelling to tidal highs, and quiet - never.
You the new folkteller, urban prophet
who can call to battle anyone with eyes.
Ooze it like sap spilling down the bark.
It is not enough to write.
One must expire with each keystroke,
endlessly. It must come from the bowels.
Purge it as infection leaking out of skin;
lance yourself. Choke back tears.
If there is no labor pain,
the words were never born.
This is a death business.
We bleed ourselves onto paper and
slice our brains into vellum sheet
and repeat, repeat, repeat.
Pure person petrichor
deep inside the ink.
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I love Art-Trades, and if you give me a Llama Badge, I'll give one back.
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My Status:
[] Taken [] Single [X] Mentally dating a character that doesn't exist
i only have one critisim
the second line "align" the "lines" is a little redundant
but other then that this is an exquisite peice
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keep running. when you have come to the end of the world, turn around... and run back.
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wwhatevver...
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ADDII IN DA HOWSEEEE!!!
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My name is Addii. GET IT RIGHT
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I <3 my crazy
friends!
Because like that's totally how text lines appear.
Like this, for instance.
This reply would be about an 8 ball or Colombian bambam.
And your poem would be the hooker's ass from which I'm snorting this text.
So deep.
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Awesome. Awesome to the max.
Thank you.
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"NOOOOO! It's the wrong fish. I've taken the wrong fish. River, we've got the wrong fish!" ~The Doctor