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“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed”
-Ernest Hemingway*
In a more modern sense, I suppose for this poem I will sit down at my keyboard and bleed:)
(and if you enjoy this post, I will always appreciate a pizza)
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Hydrogen peroxide graciously gets out bloodstains,
ice packs are my friends for bruises.
A pill or two helps back pain
and cold water heals a burn;
my body
has easy remedies
within reach.
But my dreams, when they scream for fulfillment,
get the stifled whisper of “one day”
But my heart, when broken,
carries a hollowed out, lake-heavy ache
But my mind, when sleepless,
summons incessant insomnia to my bedside.
Yes, there is nothing hard to dreaming,
or heartbreak,
or sleep:
just sit at the blue-light screen, and bleed.
Jordyn Saelor 