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Poetry

Yeah, every hippie commie loser writes poetry. I'm not special. I'm not wholly sure I'm even good at it, truth be told -- but then again, Rupi Kaur is a millionaire and I don't think she's any good, so maybe it's all relative at the end of the day. ANYWAY. HERE'S POEMS. This is how I tell my truths and lance my wounds. Some of them are very cryptic, and I don't mind if someone takes their own meaning from any of them -- that, in fact, is a great honour. Most of these are freeform, because yes, I am that pretentious. But then, so were Walt and Lenore. I'm in good company. ♥
(For other people's words that I adore, head over to the poetry section in the Cabinet of Curiosities section.)

"Poetry is never compromise. It is the manifestation/translation of a vision, an illumination, an experience. If you compromise your vision you become a blind prophet." Lenore Kandel