(Reblog) I’m struck by the power of erroneous choices’s metaphors: “Some days the insanity and dark caves of childhood come up to the surface to suffocate me.”
Some days the insanity and dark caves of childhood come up to the surface to suffocate me. But my bones are getting tired of that ache and so instead I place you on the tip of my tongue while I wait to swallow. I’ve thought of praying for another chance but honestly, the universe chooses whos worthy […]
Incurable
I’m struck by the power of erroneous choices’s metaphors, moving from dark experience through struggle and determination. The first three lines of poetry could stand as a poem in themselves:
My longing is hard
and pieced together
with poets blood and sacred silence
These could have been written by a famous poet, such as… [I was thinking of Gerard Manley Hopkins, but he’s more drawn-out, complex. Maybe Emily Dickinson. But “Mistaken Choices” has her own distinctive voice.]
The writer’s final hope is to be made, “…a beautiful unexpected work of art,” “poeted” by the unknown Writer.