i

[fickle dock]

i can't stop writing these poems.
its almost self-improvement-
(it's not, but i can believe it is, for clarity)
and if there ever was an "i",
did i think? i mean-
am "i"?

one small thing, ever a problem,
and its only that i'm a distraction,
"i" - as in the work.
breaking open your (my) wounds,
pruning the weeds in my (your) garden,
it gives you a reason to not be,
at least for some time.

and so, returning to the "i",
and so, in repetition of itself-
i use it far too much, as i do
"and such", "the like" and assuming you know,
also the good memories of you, to validate
my own existence, even though you won't see this.
i'm just a stupid person in a smart person's brain,
at least the grotesque outsides match me,
broken and disgusting, that doesn't surprise me.

i can't stop writing these poems,
they're all i have - truly.

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This is a poem I wrote earlier today, it's intended to be part of a collection called "lower-case", although I'm not really sure it's any good.

[formal sundial]

something ive learned along the way is that if its a valid representation of a valid thought, there is no bad poetry. as for the poem itself, its unlike poetry ive read before, with a chonky rhythm or rhyme (for lack of better words 🙂 ) which matches the overall vibe of the poem, sorry about the poor feedback, im good at writing but bad at interpreting others' poems

[fickle dock]

i'm totally the other way around, thanks though! I don't often write stream of thought poetry very often, but when i do it well, i do it very well

except this one, obviously