The Writing Thread

[jaycee]

Originally Posted by daniellaaarisen

So I wrote this a few weeks ago and I don't really like it.... but I think its something a little different from me so whatever, I can post it.




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I broke my wrists and broke my spine and
the entire time that I lay in that bed
I wondered how I’d bend—

I wondered if I could melt the lines
off the clock, or the ones
on my face that I saw
in a familiar nightmare. I wondered

if I could still write with my tongue
if my mouth became dry and my
hands became numb. I wondered

if I ever had anything worth writing about
at all. Or if

the fire in my veins and in-
between my legs would surpass the
time I don’t really have, if
the moments of truth
that I keep in my breast pocket
were all that true at all. I wondered

if love beat tirelessly when
the gentle beat of the world was gone, if
the seconds that turned into hours that turned into
days were really as
wasted
as I once thought. I wondered

if I’ll miss what it feels like
to rock a baby to sleep while I am
falling asleep in the arms of my own baby, if
the systematic sway of the numbers
and figures that carry our world
would carry me
to the world beyond this. I wondered

if this world is so great after all,
if beauty can breathe in its own precious life,
if I can outlive all of these moments
of wondering where to begin.

Well, this may not be your best work, but it's so far and away above anything most people will ever write in their entire lives that it doesn't really matter - yet another pleasurable read from The Ledge's most talented writer!
As a side, I posted Jim Morrison's "The WASP" a while back, which often garners very mixed reactions (unsurprisingly). Would you ever consider doing a poem as erratic as that?
(Oh, and I'm glad to have found a Poe fan on this thread! I'll get right onto those stories you suggested - and "The Raven", for that matter!)