My Year of Writing Dangerously

On the spur of one of my (increasingly rare) moments of inspiration, I decided that in order to maintain my artistic integrity, and because I can't keep calling myself a writer for much longer without actually WRITING something, I am going to write a poem a day for the next year. The first poem will be posted on August 10, 2010 and the last poem will be posted on August 10, 2011. (Unless, of course, I decide to keep going.) Not all of the poems will be good, and DEFINITELY not all of them will be interesting, but I will gaze around my kitchen, my living room, and Coming Home Cafe until something inspires me, then write a poem about it, as well as my random thoughts on the mundane things that no one notices, but which it is my goal to immortalize over the course of this year.



Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Day 64 - Dear God I'm Tired

At times like this, I can't help but think of the lyrics of the late great Panic! at the Disco:
♫ Oh how it's been so long/We're so sorry we've been gone/we were busy writing songs for you ♫

Replace the word songs with poems and that pretty much sums it up.
I'm really starting to regret taking on this project in Grade 12. As if this year wasn't going to be hard enough. BUT I DID take it on this year, and I'll be damned if I'm not going to see it through. For those of you out there in cyberland who are ACTUALLY still checking up on this, I desperately hope you won't give up on me. I really do need you in order to keep doing this. But enough about me, how about a poem.

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I can offer you this hand
Bare, empty
but firm and open for a steady grip.

I can offer you this tear.
A single drop of salt;
an ocean of regret

I can offer you this smile
Though sometimes with my mouth and not my soul,
sometimes on a cliff over sorrow

I can offer you these words.
I hope they pour warm down your throat,
as yours do me
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