- Dusted, Sad Dress, Star i just had something here.
i deleted it all because i was disgusted
by how thought heavy it was, how it lacked
detail, how stale it seemed, how overdone
it appeared to be. when the clicking
keys went silent
the words couldn't
speak for themselves
nor could they speak for me
i was terrified.
all it was was overwrought and
redundant. i only repeated myself you see.
these warbled words have replaced
failure. melodrama. restlessness. inconsequential heaviness.
they've replaced
wasted words. baited breath.
nothing is here now because
i was ashamed that i'd created something
so hollow.
that i couldn't breathe
life into it, or hold it together
long enough to finish it, that
i couldn't find where it ran off to.
i felt awful about how it clunked around this little box
and jabbed into the empty spaces
crudely. i feared it.
it happens like this when
silence and snow fall in equal measure
i suddenly go dumb. i slowly go dumb.
i always ending up chasing my own breath.
no choice now but to embrace the ineptitude,
dance with the lack of grace
overlook the absence of subtlety.
pass by the accident,
it never happened.
pay no attention.
shut the door and stay behind.
put it down and walk away.
don't suffer a fool to live.
//how to write nothing// by constance plumley
//how to appear ridiculous// by little dilettante
//how to fall embarrassingly short//by ticking time bomb
//melancolic verses typed entirely out of tune//by Eleanor rigby
//how to paralyze yourself// by hollow eyes
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