For a long time I prided myself on writing love poems that were simple and easy to understand so that it could resonate with the masses in hopes of one day putting it into a neat book (lol….). Now that I’ve discarded that goal and let myself be more free on the topics, syntax, and loose threads of my poems, they are wrangled, untamed, and unintelligible beasts that I have to reread over and over to make some little sense of them — and I love them infinitely more the more time I spend sitting around digesting them.
The thing about trying to understand difficult things is that you become dedicated, almost enchanted, by them while trying to crack their code. It’s a worship, a bible study of sorts. Chipping away piece by piece until you find a nugget of gold
The thing you needed to write was the thing I needed to read.
For a long time I prided myself on writing love poems that were simple and easy to understand so that it could resonate with the masses in hopes of one day putting it into a neat book (lol….). Now that I’ve discarded that goal and let myself be more free on the topics, syntax, and loose threads of my poems, they are wrangled, untamed, and unintelligible beasts that I have to reread over and over to make some little sense of them — and I love them infinitely more the more time I spend sitting around digesting them.
The thing about trying to understand difficult things is that you become dedicated, almost enchanted, by them while trying to crack their code. It’s a worship, a bible study of sorts. Chipping away piece by piece until you find a nugget of gold
undigestible as a goal to wrack someone’s insides as they try to inhale