diddlydarn said 9 years, 5 months ago:

some excerpts of this year’s poetry;

“I don’t know what people mean
When they say normal
I
Don’t
Know
What that means because
I don’t think I’ve ever been something like that or
Someone
I don’t know what I need because I don’t remember what I lost
I lost things gradually and everything else was so loud that I didn’t hear myself
Normally i
I, am – was – was not
Ever
Someone with the understanding of ordinary”

“when asked how
to describe yourself
your: 1 belonging to or associated with the person or people that the speaker is addressing
and self: a person’s particular nature or personality;
the qualities that make a person individual or
unique
there is no expectation for verses and ballads detailing personal
foods
interests
colors
jokes
strengths : weaknesses
but if it is you
uniquely
then confess your anthems
herald your dimples and freckles, eyes to elbows
hips to lips: ears to fears: hands to bands: smiles to last miles
tongues to pasts seldom sung
and don’t
forget to tell them
your name”

“Giving parts of your heart to others is just like anything else
you can be given.
you can be forgiven
forgotten
and sometimes remembered.
Keep heart,
You’ve still got time.”

diddlydarn said 9 years, 5 months ago:

also probably my favorite one of this year:

“I cannot give up my own dreams
when it is the only respite from
Reality
I can afford.
and while others gorge their hearts on shared jokes, I’ll wallow in my self-pity
because I stay forgotten
unknown
and hidden
and sad
lonely
Because I am sick with doubt
Tumors the sizes of abandoned train tracks
that trudge through my veins,
I can’t give up my delusions now
when it’s the only dessert I have
after my five-course meals
of despondency, depression, sadness, desperation, and guilt.
I cannot swallow the storm in my lungs,
nor the fire that scorches somewhere near my heart.
I cannot give up the organs I need,
or spare an arm or hand;
and I cannot break my legs for luck,
for I need them
to Stand.
I need my appendix to an extent
and it extends the amount of time I have without indigestion.
I want all five of my senses
Because although I am blind to love
and can taste only hate,
While I hear only loneliness
and smell salt and regrets in the air;
I am touched by others,
for their compassion and tenderness
is enough to eat.”