typewriter confessions
A poem - and some illustrated journal entries
These poems
are typewritten confessions,
the frantic click-clack
of overworked keys,
each stroke a bruise
on my battered mind.
Every inch of my soul bled out,
cheap paper
soaked in the ink
of half-lived lives,
secrets smudged
across dog-eared margins,
destined for quiet oblivion.
A fevered litany of crimes,
never meant
for the light of another's gaze,
only for my own slow drowning —
this endless,
ceaseless
self-condemnation.
These poems are desperate testaments,
wild,
erratic thoughts that spill,
unbidden,
through trembling hands,
onto blank,
blameless pages,
staining their pristine whiteness
with the dirt of my deeds,
the sordid script of all I’ve wronged.
Classified sins,
crumpled,
thrown about this cluttered room
like lost children,
searching,
always searching,
for a corner
that might hold them.
I have been taking part in
‘Quote a Day’ in September, here are my offerings for this week -
“A word after word after word is power.”
Margaret Atwood
“A creative life is an amplified life, it’s a bigger life, a happier life, an expanded life, and a hell of a lot more interesting life.”
Elizabeth Gilbert
“How to stop time: kiss.
How to travel in time: read.
How to escape time: music.
How to feel time: write.
How to release time: breathe.”
Matt Haig
“No matter what tools you use to create, the true instrument is you.”
Rick Rubin
“The very first moment I beheld him, my heart was irrevocably gone.”
Jane Austen
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life.”
Sylvia Plath
“Perhaps wisdom...is realizing how small I am, and unwise, and how far I have yet to go.”
Anthony Bourdain
As ever, thank you kindly for reading. Your support is really appreciated!
Here’s to a good week!
Love and light 🌸🩷🌸
Did you create the art? This is amazing work!
Your poem speaks to me.
Wonderful poem. I️ love the imagery, especially
“blameless pages,
staining their pristine whiteness
with the dirt of my deeds,”
I️ appreciate how this is a confession, but told slant…because we never truly know the crimes or deeds. I️ really enjoyed this poem and the art work with the quotes.
Thank you for sharing! So glad I️ found you today.