Lyrical Rhetorical Flourish #1

Story Behind the Poem

Not much deep behind this poem. If anything, it's just a showing of how writing helps me pass my spare time. The therapy it provides me. Had a lot in my head, and going back and reading it, I can remember what I had going on in my mind that time....but I'm not sure if an unknowing reader would be able to discern it.....which is cool for this piece. This piece is not important for what it is about, but more so for what it is; a glorified creative exercise. Probably moreso than the other stuff I posted, this piece shows HOW I work.

Enjoy


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So I'm sitting in front of this blank page, which becomes less blank as I scribe.

So, rather, I'm sitting in front of this increasingly less-blank page looking at my reflection. The more I write, the more I become me.

Sitting at this table, in front of this increasingly less-blank page looking at my reflection. Only to realize that should I choose to write my fate with a pencil, I will certainly fade away. Thus, I unabashedly choose to live my life with a pen, my errors plain to see. No regrets. Flowering in my being from the remnants of what I once was.

The verse is not fully born yet, nor am I.

So I put this pen to the paper after etching out some eargasmic type stuff. Now the paper is a mess, but at least my mind is no longer on the verge and I can remain faithful to myself.

So I'm sitting in front of this nearly full page, feeling pretty impressed by myself. And liking my reflection thus far. But I think I will leave the rest of the page unmarked. The gaps are accurate and now so is the incompleteness.

True

Reflection

I am not yet me




Piece.