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    Author: Runes
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    Another deadline missed.
    I am making a bird nest on my bedroom floor
    because I would rather be a bird than a poet.

    Jim will call to complain,
    and I will tell him yet again, pick someone else.
    Last year I didn't make the deadline due to studies.

    This year I will put my words
    in the nest I build, and hang them on my wall.
    Then I will tell him, "I am an artist, not a poet."

    Jim finished and published a novel,
    so he is now a Writer. It's hard to talk to Writers
    about your own withering lack of ambition.

    They don't understand apathy.
    They seem to think everything should revolve
    around compilations and set deadlines.

    Real talent lies in nest-building.
    It's much harder to be a bird than a writer,
    because twigs don't fit together like words.

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      I'd still do you. Like a trained seal with a beach ball on its nose we'd waltz across the littoral zone while I cajoled your clitoral zone. Then we'd make a nest from driftwood twigs and nestle in our sandy digs. Like a work of art would be our chore, no thought of deadlines anymore. And when at last we chose to stand, new inspirations clutched in hand. Our songs would rise like thunder's clap and we'd no longer need our map. With swanky saunter we'd depart, and swagger with our new found heart.

    I hope you don't mind I put some words in your nest, I swear it's truly for the best. Cause when your down and feeling blue, there's truly naught I'd rather do, than write a poem just for you.


    PS: tit for tat and all of that
    | Posted on 2014-05-31 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]
      Art isn't attachment to a form, it's attachment to a purpose. May we all be artists. Good work.
    | Posted on 2014-05-28 00:00:00 | by cornonthekob | [ Reply to This ]
      ...and wordsmithery becomes the lifelong chore of the gifted cynic whose syllables tumble down naturally - like volcanic ash after tsunami or an avalanche before a storm. No harm done really because sleight of hand and the streaming conscious are both rat traps for words not nests for thoughts...
    | Posted on 2014-05-27 00:00:00 | by rws | [ Reply to This ]
      Heart vs mind in a literary stance. Art being one of the freest forms of expression we have. We should be able to do so without being criticized, ostracized, made to feel insignificant. All forms of expression are to ones own discretion.
    A body lies bleeding out ...the heart pumping it all away
    Does the mind think....that puddle should have more symmetry and less red.

    This is the stupid kinds of things I think of saying when I see someone belittling another on this site with their dictionary or their years of experience.
    For it is all relative and if that particular type of art doesn't catch your eye...turn away and look elsewhere but have respect for the soul who bleed it out regardless.

    I'll say sorry now for the verbal spewing but I really like this.
    No need to come over and return...and if you need to just

    Narf all over the first one you see!

    Peace Chiquita

    | Posted on 2014-05-26 00:00:00 | by clay | [ Reply to This ]

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