And a 10 minute poem where I write something that's based on that again, but make is grammar this time.
Well, a process that loosened some writers block. Now let's do it again, but with like 1/3rd of the words I think.
Poem made from generated poem words. Nothing added. Some taken away.
Just the generated poem in 4 words per line
This was meant to mean something profound about heartbreak but I forgot. Seems odd to not remember something I felt so intensely.
Only the white trilogy left. I wish I could justify buying another one of these MD paper journals but they're so expensive. They're my favourite though.
Ooohohoh I remember this fight
There's some stuff to go through
There are these app now that look like my childhood spent taking pictures of myself cause I had no one to take them for me. Like sunburnt facades of nostalgia made cool, I'm missing a lie of an abroad vacation and those she
ll necklaces the pretty girls wore when a boy told me I'd look good with highlights. I'm still taking pictures of myself and taking boys comments to heart and I try not to lie, but a poets tongue shines like a filter and smooths me out
Maker of words, Mistress of mugs, Agent of Entropy and Eater of hearts.
Norwegian, 31, she/her
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