Consensual Hex Smells Like BO (Chiral Colors & Shapes)
& Now! oh~so suddenly – I
Begin laughing loudly at nothing
“Hey! Weirdo – just what’s so funny?”
& just as Ü say –Nothing– it merely be Me
Mindlessly mumbling, like my Mania’s
Madman, while building castles
Out of soft & wet sands, as
I Am bumbling all about
Like Bees; babbling
Like brooks; floating
Like hooks∿cast out by crooks
Like Outkast, meaning: öDDLy, even I
Can never know; whatever is happening[!/?]
Since A Crazy KiD’§ Ignorance may feel like Bliss
Though oftentimes, B will leave Me still feeling like A
Dummy; Fools, full of themself like imaginary tummies – which
Most of the Time -I will admit- this shit isn’t so bad – ignoring
Whenever my disguises invite surprise-lies like chicken fries
That they eat then treat Me kinda crummy; I Am Not Just
Your punching bag – N’Ø; just ’cause “I Can” Not
Feel your Flowery fists whenever I get hit
It does not mean I have not dreamed
While ∿ wandering -in between-
Wondering ¿ about ? scenes
From my movies I like
Watching – with
Their sounds
Turned off
Since it’s known
How all my best wishes
Will never be seen – meaning
& Now! I know how – my Conscience
Will never be clean; rather I Am spotted
Like Kinky’s stinky criminals with downs after
Becoming fallen as autistic angels Whö be stumbling
In the outfield from being barely aware of clear stairs
About to appear N§ide clouds above Silver’s slinky festival
But even the 40 yr old virgin gets a sex scene to bust his nut
On §üM∿Slut’s big bubble butt – like my Lust’s calamitous corruption
Of Love; Lost in thots leading diction’s addiction to friction from smut
Thus, I must never worry about 1st impressions; so, fuck flexing for Fear’s
Magic Mirrors Whö stare at us like Queers with N’Ø reflections; I Am Just
Trying to focus on my shows & so it goes with Fate’s forgotten flow
& oh~so soon ∿ your bean will sprout; thus, Jack ∿ just bask
While growing Green, you’ll be seen when glowing like
Sheen; increments of Lost light ∿ reflecting off
Of mirrored edges with city statues N §tasis
Sculpted ∿ like shady suburban hedges
Housing prickly pests like the hog
Writing blogs about chilly dogs
& so gotta go Fast! Like cogs
Spinning N whirlwinds when singing
’bout golden rings like Bo’s bling-bling
Then, oh~so suddenly! Remi’s remedial class
Begins blurring, so kinda like Blue’s suede shoes
Whö Ü choose to B Jude’s host ∿ like bird flu for düMb
Dudes ∿ acting like A ghost-hunter -named Rube- Whö B rude
Like Prude’s Nevernudes, talking to Lewd’s Lovefools
Then, Elmer pastes post-its with glitter glue
When -just now- having been given A
Cool, brand-new clue ∿ like:
Boo.

Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Suddenly
Spooky Flow
So Sudden Soliloquy
Imaginary Allergies, Act V: Surrender So Sudden
283 – I’m A Shy Guy
A Muse Amused
drafts
oh~so suddenly!
Start laughing at nothing
Hey, Weirdo – what’s so funny?
Like you said – it’s Nothing
Just my Mind, babbling
Like a brook
I never know
What’s happening?
Ignorance may be bliss
But leaves me feeling like a
Dummy with an Imaginary tummy
Which really isn’t that bad, besides when
They treat my body kinda crummy – I Am Not
Your punching bag – and so just ’cause I Can
Not feel your flower fists when they hit
Doesn’t mean I haven’t dreamed
When wandering in between
I know that my wishes
Will never be seen
I know my conscience
Will never be clean – spotted
Like kinky criminals at slinky festivals
But even the 40 yr old virgin gets a sex scene
So, don’t worry about impressing – fuck flexing
Just focus on the show & go with a forgotten flow
oh~so soon your bean with sprout, so Jack, just keep
Growing green, you’ll be seen when you glow like
Sheen – light reflects off of mirrored edges
Sculpted like suburban hedges
Like hogs – gotta go fast
Suddenly this remedial class
Begins to blur – Blue shoes choose
To follow the clues like ghost hunters
Boo.
oh~so suddenly!
Start laughing at nothing
Hey! Weirdo – what’s so funny?
Like you said – it’s Nothing
Just my Mind, babbling
Like a brook
So I never know
What’s happening?
Ignorance might B bliss
But often leaves me feeling like A
Dummy, Fool – full, like an imaginary tummy
Which, I do admit, really isn’t that bad – besides
Whenever I Am treated kinda crummy – I Am Not Just
Your punching bag – thus, just ’cause I Can
Not feel a flower’s fist when it hits
Doesn’t mean I haven’t dreamed
When wandering in between
I know that my wishes
Will never be seen
& I know my conscience
Will never be clean – spotted
Like kinky criminals at slinky festivals
But even the 40 yr old virgin gets a sex scene
So, I don’t worry about impressing – fuck flexing
Just focus on the show & go with the forgotten flow
oh~so soon your bean with sprout, so Jack, just keep
Growing green, you’ll be seen when you glow like
Sheen – light reflects off of mirrored edges
Sculpted like suburban hedges
Like hogs – gotta go fast
Suddenly this remedial class
Begins to blur – Blue shoes choose
To follow the clues like ghost hunters
Boo.
& oh~so suddenly!
Start laughing at nothing
Hey! Weirdo – what’s so funny?
Like Ü said – it’s Nothing
Just my Mind, babbling
Like brooks, floating
Like hooks cast by crooks
Thus this means: öDDLy – even I
Never know; whatever is happening[!/?]
Since Crazy KiD§’ Ignorance may feel like Bliss
Although oftentimes – it will leave Me feeling like A
Dummy; Fools, full of themself like imaginary tummies – which
Most of the Time –I will admit– this shit isn’t that bad – besides
Whenever my disguise invites surprise-lies like french fries
They eat, then treat Me kinda crummy – I Am Not Just
Your punching bag – thus, just ’cause “I Can”
Not feel a flower’s fist when it hits
Doesn’t mean I haven’t dreamed
While wandering in between
Wondering about scenes
From movies I like
To watch with
The sound
Turned off
Since I know
How my wishes
Will never be seen
& I know my conscience
Will never be clean – spotted
Like kinky criminals at slinky festivals
But even the 40 yr old virgin gets a sex scene
So, I Am never worrying about impressing – fuck flexing
Just focusing on the show; then going with a forgotten flow
oh~so soon your bean with sprout; & so, Jack – just keep
Growing green, you will be seen when you glow like
Sheen; light reflects off of mirrored edges
Sculpted – shady suburban hedges
Like hogs – gotta go fast
Suddenly! Remi’s remedial class
Begins to blur as Blue’s shoes choose
To follow Ü like ghost hunters with A clue:
Boo.
& oh~so suddenly!
Start laughing at nothing
Hey! Weirdo – what’s so funny?
Like Ü said – it’s Nothing
Just my Mind, babbling
Like brooks, floating
Like hooks cast by crooks
Thus this means: öDDLy – even I
Never know; whatever is happening[!/?]
Since Crazy KiD§’ Ignorance may feel like Bliss
Although oftentimes – it will leave Me feeling like A
Dummy; Fools, full of themself like imaginary tummies – which
Most of the Time –I will admit– this shit isn’t that bad – besides
Whenever my disguise invites surprise-lies like french fries
They eat, then treat Me kinda crummy – I Am Not Just
Your punching bag – thus, just ’cause “I Can”
Not feel a flower’s fist when it hits
Doesn’t mean I haven’t dreamed
While wandering in between
Wondering about scenes
From movies I like
To watch with
The sound
Turned off
Since I know
How my wishes
Will never be seen
& I know my conscience
Will never be clean – spotted
Like kinky criminals at slinky festivals
But even the 40 yr old virgin gets a sex scene
So, I Am never worrying about impressing – fuck flexing
Just focusing on the show; then going with a forgotten flow
oh~so soon your bean with sprout; thus, Jack – just bask
While growing green, you’ll be seen when glowing like
Sheen; increments of Lost light ∿ reflecting off
Of mirrored edges with city statues nearby
Sculpted like shady suburban hedges
Housing pests like pointy hogs
Gotta go Fast! Like cogs
Spinning whenever I Am singing
About golden rings like bling bling
& then, suddenly! Remi’s remedial class
Begins blurring as Blue’s suede shoes choose
To follow Ü like a ghost hunter with a new clue:
Boo.
& oh~so suddenly!
Start laughing at nothing
Hey! Weirdo – what’s so funny?
Like Ü said – it’s Nothing
Just my Mind, babbling
Like brooks, floating
Like hooks cast by crooks
Thus this means: öDDLy – even I
Never know; whatever is happening[!/?]
Since Crazy KiD§’ Ignorance may feel like Bliss
Although oftentimes – it will leave Me feeling like A
Dummy; Fools, full of themself like imaginary tummies – which
Most of the Time –I will admit– this shit isn’t that bad – besides
Whenever my disguise invites surprise-lies like french fries
They eat, then treat Me kinda crummy – I Am Not Just
Your punching bag – thus, just ’cause “I Can”
Not feel a flower’s fist when it hits
Doesn’t mean I haven’t dreamed
While wandering in between
Wondering about scenes
From movies I like
To watch with
The sound
Turned off
Since I know
How my wishes
Will never be seen
& I know my conscience
Will never be clean – spotted
Like kinky criminals at slinky festivals
But even the 40 yr old virgin gets a sex scene
So, I Am never worrying about impressing – fuck flexing
Just focusing on the show; then going with a forgotten flow
oh~so soon your bean with sprout; thus, Jack – just bask
While growing green, you’ll be seen when glowing like
Sheen; increments of Lost light ∿ reflecting off
Of mirrored edges with city statues nearby
Sculpted like shady suburban hedges
Housing pests like pointy hogs
Gotta go Fast! Like cogs
Spinning whenever I Am singing
About golden rings like bling bling
So then ⌁ suddenly! Remi’s remedial class
Begins blurring like Blue’s suede shoes
Whö Ü choose to B Jude’s host like A
Ghost hunter Whö’s been given A
Cool, brand-new clue like:
& oh~so suddenly!
Start laughing at nothing
Hey! Weirdo – what’s so funny?
Like Ü said – it’s Nothing
Just my Mind, babbling
Like brooks, floating
Like hooks cast by crooks
Thus this means: öDDLy – even I
Never know; whatever is happening[!/?]
Since Crazy KiD§’ Ignorance may feel like Bliss
Although oftentimes – it will leave Me feeling like A
Dummy; Fools, full of themself like imaginary tummies – which
Most of the Time –I will admit– this shit isn’t that bad – besides
Whenever my disguise invites surprise-lies like french fries
They eat, then treat Me kinda crummy – I Am Not Just
Your punching bag – thus, just ’cause “I Can”
Not feel a flower’s fist when it hits
Doesn’t mean I haven’t dreamed
While wandering in between
Wondering about scenes
From movies I like
To watch with
The sound
Turned off
Since I know
How my wishes
Will never be seen
& I know my conscience
Will never be clean – spotted
Like kinky criminals at slinky festivals
But even the 40 yr old virgin gets a sex scene
So, I Am never worrying about impressing – fuck flexing
Just focusing on the show; then going with a forgotten flow
oh~so soon your bean with sprout; thus, Jack – just bask
While growing Green, you’ll be seen when glowing like
Sheen; increments of Lost light ∿ reflecting off
Of mirrored edges with city statues nearby
Sculpted like shady suburban hedges
Housing pests like pointy hogs
Gotta go Fast! Like cogs
Spinning whenever I Am singing
’bout golden rings like my bling-bling
Then, oh~so suddenly! Remi’s remedial class
Begins blurring, so kinda like Blue’s suede shoes
Whö Ü choose to B Jude’s host – like bird flu for düMb
Dudes; like A ghost-hunter -named Rube- Whö B rude
Pasting Elmer’s post-its like glitter glue
Then -just now- having been given A
Cool, brand-new clue, like:
& oh~so ⌁ suddenly!
Start laughing at nothing
Hey! Weirdo – what’s so funny?
Like Ü said – it’s Nothing
Just my Mind, babbling
Like brooks, floating
Like hooks cast by crooks
Thus this means: öDDLy – even I
Never know; whatever is happening[!/?]
Since Crazy KiD§’ Ignorance may feel like Bliss
Although oftentimes – it will leave Me feeling like A
Dummy; Fools, full of themself like imaginary tummies – which
Most of the Time -I will admit- this shit isn’t that bad – besides
Whenever my disguises invite surprise-lies like french fries
They eat, then treat Me kinda crummy – I Am Not Just
Your punching bag – thus, just ’cause “I Can”
Not feel a flower’s fist when it hits
Doesn’t mean I haven’t dreamed
While wandering in between
Wondering about scenes
From movies I like
To watch with
Their sound
Turned off
Since I know
How my best wishes
Will never be seen – & so
Now! I know how – my Conscience
Will never be clean; I Am spotted, Like
Kinky criminals, drinking at slinky festivals
But even a 40 yr old virgin gets a sex scene to nut
Now, I Am never worrying about impressing – fuck flexing
Just focusing on the show ∿ then going with a forgotten flow
oh~so soon your bean will sprout & thus, Jack – just bask
While growing Green, you’ll be seen when glowing like
Sheen; increments of Lost light ∿ reflecting off
Of mirrored edges with city statues nearby
Sculpted like shady suburban hedges
Housing pests like pointy hogs
Whö gotta go Fast! Like cogs
Spinning whenever I Am singing
’bout golden rings like my bling-bling
Then, oh~so suddenly! Remi’s remedial class
Begins blurring, so kinda like Blue’s suede shoes
Whö Ü choose to B Jude’s host ∿ like bird flu for düMb
Dudes; like A ghost-hunter -named Rube- Whö B rude
When Elmer pastes post-its with glitter glue
Then -just now- having been given A
Cool, brand-new clue, like:
Boo.
& oh~so ⌁ suddenly!
Start laughing at nothing
Hey! Weirdo – what’s so funny?
Like Ü said – it’s Nothing
Just my Mind, babbling
Like brooks, floating
Like hooks cast by crooks
Thus this means: öDDLy – even I
Never know; whatever is happening[!/?]
Since Crazy KiD§’ Ignorance may feel like Bliss
Although oftentimes – it will leave Me feeling like A
Dummy; Fools, full of themself like imaginary tummies – which
Most of the Time -I will admit- this shit isn’t that bad – besides
Whenever my disguises invite surprise-lies like french fries
They eat, then treat Me kinda crummy – I Am Not Just
Your punching bag – thus, just ’cause “I Can”
Not feel a flower’s fist when it hits
Doesn’t mean I haven’t dreamed
While wandering in between
Wondering about scenes
From movies I like
To watch with
Their sound
Turned off
Since I know
How my best wishes
Will never be seen – & so
Now! I know how – my Conscience
Will never be clean; I Am spotted, Like
Kinky criminals, drinking at slinky festivals
But even a 40 yr old virgin gets a sex scene to nut
Now, I Am never worrying about impressing – fuck flexing
Just focusing on the show ∿ then going with a forgotten flow
oh~so soon your bean will sprout & thus, Jack – just bask
While growing Green, you’ll be seen when glowing like
Sheen; increments of Lost light ∿ reflecting off
Of mirrored edges with city statues nearby
Sculpted like shady suburban hedges
Housing pests like pointy hogs
Whö gotta go Fast! Like cogs
Spinning whenever I Am singing
’bout golden rings like my bling-bling
Then, oh~so suddenly! Remi’s remedial class
Begins blurring, so kinda like Blue’s suede shoes
Whö Ü choose to B Jude’s host ∿ like bird flu for düMb
Dudes acting like A ghost-hunter -named Rube- Whö B rude
Like Prude’s nevernudes talking to Lewd’s Lovefool
Then Elmer pastes post-its with glitter glue
When -just now- having been given A
Cool, brand-new clue, like:
Boo.
& Now! oh~so suddenly!
I start laughing at nothing
Hey! Weirdo – what’s so funny?
Like Ü said – it’s Nothing
Just my Mind, babbling
Like brooks, floating
Like hooks cast by crooks
Thus, this means: öDDLy – even I
Never know; whatever is happening[!/?]
Since Crazy KiD§’ Ignorance may feel like Bliss
Although oftentimes – it will leave Me feeling like A
Dummy; Fools, full of themself like imaginary tummies – which
Most of the Time -I will admit- this shit isn’t that bad – besides
Whenever my disguises invite surprise-lies like french fries
They eat, then treat Me kinda crummy – I Am Not Just
Your punching bag – so, just ’cause “I Can” Not
Feel your Flower fists whenever I get hit
It does not mean I have not dreamed
While ∿ wandering -in between-
Wondering ¿ about ? scenes
From my movies I like
Watching – with
Their sounds
Turned off
Since I know
How my best wishes
Will never be seen – & so
Now! I know how – my Conscience
Will never be clean; I Am spotted, Like
Kinky criminals, drinking at slinky festivals
But even a 40 yr old virgin gets a sex scene to nut
Now! I Am never worrying about impressing – fuck flexing
Just focusing on the show ∿ then going with a forgotten flow
oh~so soon your bean will sprout & thus, Jack – just bask
While growing Green, you’ll be seen when glowing like
Sheen; increments of Lost light ∿ reflecting off
Of mirrored edges with city statues nearby
Sculpted like shady suburban hedges
Housing pests like pointy hogs
Whö gotta go Fast! Like cogs
Spinning whenever I Am singing
’bout golden rings like my bling-bling
Then, oh~so suddenly! Remi’s remedial class
Begins blurring, so kinda like Blue’s suede shoes
Whö Ü choose to B Jude’s host ∿ like bird flu for düMb
Dudes ∿ acting like A ghost-hunter -named Rube- Whö B rude
Like Prude’s Nevernudes, talking to Lewd’s Lovefools
Then, Elmer pastes post-its with glitter glue
When -just now- having been given A
Cool, brand-new clue, like:
Boo.
& Now! oh~so suddenly!
I start laughing at nothing
Hey! Weirdo – what’s so funny?
Like Ü said – it’s Nothing
Just my Mind, babbling
Like brooks, floating
Like hooks cast by crooks
Thus, this means: öDDLy – even I
Never know; whatever is happening[!/?]
Since Crazy KiD§’ Ignorance may feel like Bliss
Although oftentimes – it will leave Me feeling like A
Dummy; Fools, full of themself like imaginary tummies – which
Most of the Time -I will admit- this shit isn’t that bad – besides
Whenever my disguises invite surprise-lies like french fries
They eat – then treat Me kinda crummy – I Am Not Just
Your punching bag – so, just ’cause “I Can” Not
Feel your Flower fists whenever I get hit
It does not mean I have not dreamed
While ∿ wandering -in between-
Wondering ¿ about ? scenes
From my movies I like
Watching – with
Their sounds
Turned off
Since I know
How my best wishes
Will never be seen – & so
Now! I know how – my Conscience
Will never be clean; I Am spotted, Like
Kinky criminals, drinking at slinky festivals
But even a 40 yr old virgin gets a sex scene to nut
Thus, I never worry about 1st impressions – so fuck flexing
Just try focusing on the show ∿ then going with a forgotten flow
& oh~so soon ∿ your bean will sprout; thus, Jack ∿ just bask
While growing Green, you’ll be seen when glowing like
Sheen; increments of Lost light ∿ reflecting off
Of mirrored edges with city statues nearby
Sculpted like shady suburban hedges
Housing pests like pointy hogs
Whö gotta go Fast! Like cogs
Spinning whenever I Am singing
’bout golden rings like my bling-bling
Then, oh~so suddenly! Remi’s remedial class
Begins blurring, so kinda like Blue’s suede shoes
Whö Ü choose to B Jude’s host ∿ like bird flu for düMb
Dudes ∿ acting like A ghost-hunter -named Rube- Whö B rude
Like Prude’s Nevernudes, talking to Lewd’s Lovefools
Then, Elmer pastes post-its with glitter glue
When -just now- having been given A
Cool, brand-new clue, like:
Boo.
& Now! oh~so suddenly!
I start laughing at nothing
Hey! Weirdo – what’s so funny?
Like Ü said – it’s Nothing
Just my Mind, babbling
Like brooks, floating
Like hooks cast by crooks
Thus, this means: öDDLy – even I
Never know; whatever is happening[!/?]
Since Crazy KiD§’ Ignorance may feel like Bliss
Although oftentimes – it will leave Me feeling like A
Dummy; Fools, full of themself like imaginary tummies – which
Most of the Time -I will admit- this shit isn’t that bad – besides
Whenever my disguises invite surprise-lies like french fries
They eat – then treat Me kinda crummy – I Am Not Just
Your punching bag – so, just ’cause “I Can” Not
Feel your Flower fists whenever I get hit
It does not mean I have not dreamed
While ∿ wandering -in between-
Wondering ¿ about ? scenes
From my movies I like
Watching – with
Their sounds
Turned off
Since it’s known
How all my best wishes
Will never be seen – meaning
& Now! I know how – my Conscience
Will never be clean; rather spotted, Like
A kinky criminal, sinking at a slinky festival
But even the 40 yr old virgin gets a sex scene to nut
Thus, I never worry about 1st impressions – so fuck flexing
Just try focusing on the show ∿ then going with a forgotten flow
& oh~so soon ∿ your bean will sprout; thus, Jack ∿ just bask
While growing Green, you’ll be seen when glowing like
Sheen; increments of Lost light ∿ reflecting off
Of mirrored edges with city statues nearby
Sculpted like shady suburban hedges
Housing pests like pointy hogs
Whö gotta go Fast! Like cogs
Spinning whenever I Am singing
’bout golden rings like my bling-bling
Then, oh~so suddenly! Remi’s remedial class
Begins blurring, so kinda like Blue’s suede shoes
Whö Ü choose to B Jude’s host ∿ like bird flu for düMb
Dudes ∿ acting like A ghost-hunter -named Rube- Whö B rude
Like Prude’s Nevernudes, talking to Lewd’s Lovefools
Then, Elmer pastes post-its with glitter glue
When -just now- having been given A
Cool, brand-new clue, like:
Boo.
& Now! oh~so suddenly!
Begin laughing loudly at nothing
“Hey! Weirdo – exactly what’s so funny?”
Just like Ü say –it’s Nothing– thus
Merely me, mindlessly mumbling
Like my Madmen; babbling
Like brooks; floating
Like hooks & cast by crooks
Thus, this means: öDDLy – even I
Never know; whatever is happening[!/?]
Since Crazy KiD§’ Ignorance may feel like Bliss
Although oftentimes – it will leave Me feeling like A
Dummy; Fools, full of themself like imaginary tummies – which
Most of the Time -I will admit- this shit isn’t that bad – besides
Whenever my disguises invite surprise-lies like french fries
They eat – then treat Me kinda crummy – I Am Not Just
Your punching bag – so, just ’cause “I Can” Not
Feel your Flower fists whenever I get hit
It does not mean I have not dreamed
While ∿ wandering -in between-
Wondering ¿ about ? scenes
From my movies I like
Watching – with
Their sounds
Turned off
Since it’s known
How all my best wishes
Will never be seen – meaning
& Now! I know how – my Conscience
Will never be clean; rather I’m spotted
Like Kinky’s stinky criminals with downs after
Becoming fallen as autistic angels Whö be stumbling
In the outfield from being barely aware of clear stairs
About to appear N§ide clouds above Silver’s slinky festival
But even the 40 yr old virgin gets a sex scene to bust his nut
On §üM∿Slut’s big bubble butt like my Lust’s calamitous corruption
Of Love; Lost, so leading to diction’s addiction to friction from smut
Thus, I must never worry about 1st impressions; so, fuck flexing for Fear’s
Magic Mirrors Whö stare at us like Queers with N’Ø reflections; I Am Just
Trying to focus on my shows & so it goes with Fate’s forgotten flow
& oh~so soon ∿ your bean will sprout; thus, Jack ∿ just bask
While growing Green, you’ll be seen when glowing like
Sheen; increments of Lost light ∿ reflecting off
Of mirrored edges with city statues nearby
Sculpted like shady suburban hedges
Housing pests like pointy hogs
Whö gotta go Fast! Like cogs
Spinning whenever I Am singing
’bout golden rings like my bling-bling
Then, oh~so suddenly! Remi’s remedial class
Begins blurring, so kinda like Blue’s suede shoes
Whö Ü choose to B Jude’s host ∿ like bird flu for düMb
Dudes ∿ acting like A ghost-hunter -named Rube- Whö B rude
Like Prude’s Nevernudes, talking to Lewd’s Lovefools
Then, Elmer pastes post-its with glitter glue
When -just now- having been given A
Cool, brand-new clue, like:
Boo.
So much drafting! I can’t do that… I’m a word spewer. Considered but still spew!
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Normally, I’m not this nuts with my drafting, haha. At heart, I’m a word spewer, too, so a lot of times I’ll just stop after getting whatever wandering thought down on paper, then forget about it.
I almost consider my drafting process as a second poet looking over my words with fresh eyes (again & again). However, the drafting side of me is more like a sculptor rather than a poet. So whenever I have a decent chunk of good words, then my drafting side treats it like a block of marble.
Since the drafting side is more focused on visual Aesthetic rather than word choice, I try to keep a lot of snapshots of the -in-betweens- just in case I lose a rhyme or flow I liked during the shaping process. Keeping track of my drafts helps me preserve my original vision while showing the progression as I chisel it into some sort of shape.
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It was certainly neat seeing the whole creative process through the drafts, and hearing your describe it from your perspective like sculpting marble makes a lot of sense.
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Great poem! Some of the parts that stood out to me were:
& just as Ü say –Nothing– it merely be Me
Mindlessly mumbling, like my Mania’s
Madman, while building castles
Out of soft & wet sands, as
I Am bumbling all about
Like Bees; babbling
Like brooks; floating
Like hooks & cast by crooks
…
It does not mean I have not dreamed
While ∿ wandering -in between-
Wondering ¿ about ? scenes
…
increments of Lost light ∿ reflecting off
Of mirrored edges with city statues N §tasis
Sculpted ∿ like shady suburban hedges
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Thank you so much! & you really picked up on some of my key lines that outline one of my main themes when writing. “Mumbling Madman” “Increments of [Lost] light” & “Wander/wonder [Found] in between.”
The umbrella summary for my writing is that I’m telling the story of a Madman who keeps oscillating between states of feeling “Found” & “Lost” – so while wandering “in between” Certainty & Absurdity, my Madman wonders about Nothing, in actuality. So, pondering what he would say to a being that’s intrinsically “Not Me.” One who I can’t see, and who can’t see Me.
Not even our molecules can be shared between these 2 realities – let’s say: A & C. Yet both sides can figure out how each other acts, by tracing how Ripples react as they reverberate through B: an in between reality that is born inside the Arbitrary border between Real & Imaginary; thus, it has a tactile reaction happens no matter if it’s interacting with Real Matter from my perspective, or just increments light sent from C, being bent by magic mirrors; reflective, like a detective in a dark room trying to develop unseen colors from alien film negatives.
Meaning: I’m trying to bring “Nothing” into our objective reality that shouldn’t be able to manifest intangibles from Liminal Lands. Like trying to write an lab report’s abstract that’s attempting to capture the scent of Absence; the BO of beings who hop back & forth over Life/Death’s picket fence.
So his mumbling may seem meaningless, though only because |from the outside| observers can’t see/hear the other half of a conversation he’s having with an aspect of a requiem reality’s spectator, who exists beyond Life’s intrinsic limits.
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Those layers of storytelling and complexity certainly do shine through! Really neat stuff!
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Wow, brilliance to the nth degree, Noah! I love the drafts too but I would be exhausted if I wrote several drafts before the final. All the more power to ya for doing so and I like that you share them and display your thought processes. Also, I find it amazing that you manage to show your innovative ways to express ideas in a lengthy poem using Concrete or Shape poetry. Bravo!
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Thank you 😊 one of the things that I like to do/continue to improve upon – is making my poetry have meaning no matter how familiar they are with who I am & my language/culture. Like, I’ll make a ton of references that most people won’t recognize, but my words on their own still tell a story worth reading. So ideally, whenever you come back to the poem with new experience, you’ll be able to read it a unique way that couldn’t be done by yesterday.
That’s how the emphasis on shape became one of my filters. I wanted to make something that, even if they couldn’t read the words, they’d still look at it & have a chance to experience even a sliver of meaning besides undefined WORDS WORDS WORDS.
But I agree about it being exhausting, haha. Most of the Time, I’ll just stop after the 1st or 2nd drafts. I just happened to have a full tank of gas when I started, so my perfectionist took over & just kept reiterating the process ’til it felt balanced all the way down.
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I have to read your poems a couple of times to take it all in and I thoroughly enjoy your writing. Don’t ever lose that uniqueness because that is what sets your writing apart from the norm.
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I really do appreciate how much time you’ve given to make my poetry feel comfortable here.
I treasure my unique style, but rarely share it since I know most won’t get it without the full picture, so I’m written off as Weird, then they claim I’m no good & to keep my dayjob, or that AI writes everything for me. It doesn’t change how much I enjoy my writing, but I do admit it can be disheartening when my Rhyme rarely aligns with my outside Time.
So Again, thanks for reminding me how I’m actually making something interesting, not just a delusional ego-maniak Lost in illusions that conjures confusion.
I’ve been pretty dead set from the start whether or not I make it big, though always planned to wait to professionally publish anything ’til most of my vision can actually be seen how it’s meant to be. Yet your kind words convinced me that my design is fine, and when the time is right, my work will be more than ready to combine with Reality 2 make my rhymes realign Lain’s mainframe. Now Lame characters, never mains & often deranged, Whö got Lost N§ide Mundane brains ’til Divine signs R found with’И my öDD concept – bet.
Now Ü can feel Real Proof Produced N§ide my MiИD by Good☯Design, since whatever message manifests is meaningless. I couldn’t see any of the cuts-scenes N’B’Tween writing; I never knew what would happen; I was just willing to trust the C captain when told to let go of your goal & what you know what it feels like to hold hands with bands from Japan who can’t understand WORDS WORDS WORDS – yet recognize when their flow echos of brick walls like a mirrors reflection so ears can there’s more of me beneath Light’s Aesthetic.
I must really be feeling the flow, since I can’t seem to stop once I hit “GO” – so thank you again; for both your kind words, as well as inspiring another piece passively pouring out of me like an encore for my daydreams rarely seen since Green leaves like Trees; but bored teens no longer ignoring me; Now! I Am becoming the front page cover of TIME magazine. & the MC of movies projected on real silver screens.
Did it a little bit again. So to end with the important part: thanks for all your encouragement; the part of me that never wanted to be seen finally feels Pretty after believing no matter how I reveal Me, my Mind would always twist my mask ’til only word who fit Me: Ugly.
So for real this time: thank you for feeling like a friend inside your kind words you lend like vacation postcards to send, show’И you really remembered them.
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The concept that our behavior is heavily influenced by our perception of the way others view us summarized by the following statement:
I am not what I think I am; and I am not what you think I am; but I am what I think you think I am.
We are what we’re meant to be and what others think is of no consequence.
Thank you for your comment.
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I really like how this is worded. Funnily enough, I had a therapy session today, and this was one of the ideas I kept bouncing around, but couldn’t find a way to word it that didn’t feel messy. Good timing! Thank you for finding the words hidden in the bush I was beating around, haha
& of course, you’re very welcome 😊
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