There Are No Words
There are no words
My friend, there never were. Their soft
Absences caught you, us, at hot randoms
Uncertain what followed.
But still out here, burrowed
In plain view, are the scrawls of life
Not adding up, and adding up to life.
There are no words,
My friend you never were
Mapped by inks that drew kingdoms,
But perhaps in the dust thrown aloft
By the winding wind
I’ll stand here
Shorter by design, hot, absent, and
Riddled with rhyme, and in my hand
Some words I might find.
















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catch the smell of rain
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I LOVE the last stanza of this. it's powerful. I love the expression "riddled" with rhyme, it seems to allude to words (like a riddle) and also to being infested like rhymyness is a disease you just can't get rid of.
very cool.
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say something worthwhile.
(My personal favourite, if this doesn't seem too arrogant to be quoting myself, is 'In plain view are the scrawls of life / not adding up, and adding up to life. It's the absolute core of this.)
I just sent this off to a university as part of an application portfolio, by the way. Wise choice, d'you think?
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You could say thanks, or spread news of my undeniable greatness
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crazy.. I've never heard of that. usually only graduating portfolios.
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say something worthwhile.
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You could say thanks, or spread news of my undeniable greatness
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They're BEHIIIND YOU!
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You could say thanks, or spread news of my undeniable greatness
Ceci n'est pas une autographe...
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