Poetry Prompt by Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她)

You Want Words?

Come and get them

Words?

I have no words.

What ever gave you such a notion?

You can’t believe every title that passes your weary eyes.

But now you’re here, yes? You’ve read this far; why turn away before it’s over?

I’ve finally found reason to continue writing this piece!

The meaning is even to overtake the aesthetic goals with which I had begun composition.

No longer are the moments of the ‘fir tree pattern’, if that’s what we’ll call it.

No longer is the reign of stanzas adhering to tired presets.

It’s now written as you see,

who’s to do anything about it?

Did you enjoy that line break? Please accept these even lines, maybe they may console you. Forget that they aren’t perfect, what do you want this to be, UNICODE?

[ *MONOSPACE(D) ]

I tired of whatever I was doing, it’s funny how I unintentionally kind of continued all the same.

You wanted words, I gave them. You want more, you can search. They might not all be my own, but they are still of significance.

Maybe not all of them, considering how many writers are writing without purpose beyond collecting dollars.

I easily lose myself in the quest, which is… probably why I make little to nothing.

That, and supposedly I’m not always straightforward to understand.

Ha!

A piece as this one, it might lose me some email subscribers.

The aforementioned message, it’s been lost, I must now embrace the oblivion, and wait for it to return another time.

Oh yes, I guess I do write to feed the algorithm monster.

It rejects berries.

Written in response to yet another fantastic prompt and poem by Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她), which you can find here below —

I love how Lucy’s prompts so often force me to evaluate myself as a writer, perhaps even as a person. This is aided by the fact that she so thoroughly self-analyzes that the reader can’t help but to peek in the mirror at their own reflection.

Truth is, I would much appreciate myself for writing less mental trash. This is something that will come with time, as I get the stupidity and dimness out of my system.

The goal is gaining the ability to write every day without constantly falling to this level. The writing habit is still pretty fresh for me, and it only came to be after I decided to be less self-conscious about what it is I publish, but a point must be reached where all I have is pure gold, or nothing at all.

I forgive myself for this poem, as I believe it can draw a smile on the reader’s face.

I guess that’d be you?

Either way, I think I got lost somewhere along the way, because I forgot why I was writing every day. It was about becoming a writer, somehow the focus just shifted to pleasing a machine.

You’d think it offers the same result, but it doesn’t.

Writing to force expression isn’t akin to writing for numbers. The central point skews, and so do the criteria. Next thing you’ll know, I’d be writing about the Kardashians, or the Jenners, or whichever rich family is mucking up all the fuss right now.

Who or what is the big thing right now?

No!

Don’t tell me.

I can’t risk to be tempted.

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