So, you know how I said I had two other poems to add? Yeah. I just realized that I posted that a month ago, and the poems have been hanging out in my folder. Because I am lazy. So lazy. I wrote this one directly after Worry, and then I was going to wait a day or two to post, and you can see how well that went. So, without further ado, I give you Stuck In My Writing Voice. Enjoy!
I am stuck, now, in my writing voice,
Where thoughts are said somewhat sadly,
And all things have cadence,
Even if it is inconsistent.
I am stuck, now, in my writing voice,
Where commas magically become,
Wistful sighs,
And periods require more pause,
Than pads.
I am stuck, now, in my writing voice,
Where I may change formatting
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And no one shall care,
Because. This. Is. A. Poem.
I am stuck, now, in my writing voice,
Where I really can’t speak too fast because then no one has any idea what I’m saying and I get lots of odd looks and requests for deep breaths.
I am stuck, now, in my writing voice,
Where everything mustn’t have prose,
Instead, illogical imagery is immensely invited,
And all audiables are annoyingly assumed and awaited as alliteration.
I am stuck, now, in my writing voice,
But soon inconsistent cadence (No matter how foolish),
The endless sighs, after a comma,
thE CHANGe in hOw WordS are WRITTEN,
Shall soon all change because really this is getting rather old and I have other things to do,
So say, sadly, some soft sendoffs,
To my writing voice.
