03-16-2013, 11:27 PM
I've built a whole style of writing out of the world of lonesome nights laying down thick, or widening out in spooky, breathless space around me.
That's what the worst part reminds me of.
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The ending has the desperate rhyme. That little hop at the end. The hopeful rhyme of despair, I'd call it.
The morning is sometimes worse, or sometimes better. Depending on details and conditions I've had to learn too much about.
It's good to see things being molded into a poem, out of what seems pointless at the time.
That's what the worst part reminds me of.
--
The ending has the desperate rhyme. That little hop at the end. The hopeful rhyme of despair, I'd call it.
The morning is sometimes worse, or sometimes better. Depending on details and conditions I've had to learn too much about.
It's good to see things being molded into a poem, out of what seems pointless at the time.