why wouldn't we

Wed, 08/14/2013 - 15:39 -- kt836



I write for the breathless.

For the instrumentals in the ideas of an emotion.

I place words on your tongue, in your mind, on your conscious.


So your heart can create.

I write to be every moment of my own.

To understand the parts of us that we dont.


Your palms open and close, slowly.

I write to fill a void, darkened and lightened

in a sickening juxtaposition of...

Release the regret of an unnamed freedom.


I write to swell our lungs with life.



This poem is very beautiful and captivating while giving enough imagery to keep someone interested. I do think it can have a little editing with punctuation and "unamed" I believe is meant to be "unnamed." Simple fixes that won't hurt. Thank you so much for sending this in, kt836!



Thank you so much for the feedback and the punctuation fix!

Im glad you enjoyed reading it! :)


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