We're getting down near the end of this book before I reach the 200 chapter limit and it's very sad. I was just going through my notebook and I found a lot of poems I absolutely hated at the time but kind of enjoy now, and I think this book is really deeply rooted in poetry so why not spend a few chapters posting some? That's rhetorical. Here we go.
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You always said you wanted to be the moon.
The night sky is the scream of your absence
but sleep is no longer a reprieve.
In the eyes of my upward gaze
and the ears pressed against my pillow
I cannot escape you.
The poem is done now, but this notebook page also has some poem writing advice so I think I'm gonna slap that baby in here too.
- Say things in a way you've never heard anyone else say and say things in a way only you could.
- We put the poem in a chair and beat a confession out of it because we view it as impenetrable, but poems are a friend who asks "hey, want to hear about my nosebleed?" and we go hell yeah.
