I feel awesome that scrimmage made me feel better about playing field hockey
What’s on my mind now:
Sleep, eat, practice, repeat
What’s on my mind during school:
Sleep, eat, school, practice, homework, repeat. Yawn I’m already tired.
What would it be like to look at a poem? It would be the most beautiful thing in the room that could stand to be looked at. It would be more beautiful than the thing itself. A beautiful poem is a poem that can be repeated over and over again. You are reading about a poem comprised of a thousand wayward looks. Look. A beautiful poem is a painting that can be repeated over and over again. Repetition is the only thing that makes something more perfect than it already is. For this reason, there is always a gaze that does not reach inside the face (I was looking at). That should be the gaze of poems that think they are paintings.
Tan Lin, from Seven Controlled Vocabularies (via poetryeater)
And as the person who lays here wide awake wonders if she would ever be a wonderful loving piece…………… To Be Continued at another place in time.