Poets Anonymous

Hi, my name is Cara and I am a poemaholic
It’s only been 24 hours since my last sonnet
And it’s been 13 days since the last time I’ve
used the words coruscant and tattered in a line

The reason I am here is because it’s ruining my life
Even if I am not writing I am obsessed and thinking
about my next theme. I read dictionaries in my free time
I have rhymezone and thesaurus.com bookmarked
I subscribe to not one or two but three words of the day

I think of all the wonderful haikus and villanelles
That I am missing out on if I am not writing poetry
It’s even started affecting my love life and my job
Dirty dishes have piled up my cat is starving and thin
At work I am super paranoid that my boss can smell
my duplicitous words on my breath or she’ll see the ink
splotches on my fingertips from writing all night

Like an octopus I have perfected the art of blending in
But lately my addiction has become harder to hide
I know it’s bad when I start making metaphors
that don’t make sense like the time I screamed fire
in an empty theater or the cold, outside pouring rain

I’ve even taken to whiskey to slow down my desirous burn
I’m desperate. At my weakest I started asking around about meth
I have never tried it but I’m sure it’ll help me–to write even more
See there I go again! It’s not like I am even good at being a poet
I don’t smoke,I don’t wear a fedora, I don’t write about my sphincter
and I’m in a stable relationship. Where’s the poetry in any of that?

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by moderation
That does not make a compelling opening first stanza of a poem
Anything to distract me. I even tried getting back on facebook
I figured I could fake getting into all the derpy gifs and vapid memes
And adopting them into something that really expresses how I feel
I resorted to watching an NBA basketball game sober with no live crowds
Sadly it only reminded me of my poetry that no one ever reads

I have taken the first step and still have 11 more to go but I can do this
I will start by making amends to everyone that I have hurt with my poems
I am ready to make a real change and start weaving my invisible chrysalis
Emerging as a carpenter, theoretical physicist or please God, anything else

Published by subversopus

I am a loveable and squeezable poet and writer. I live in beautiful Oregon with my cat and boyfriend. I love long distance hiking and have completed the entire lengths of the Appalachian Trail (2002, 2014) The Pacific Crest Trail (2012) and the Continental Divide Trail in (2013). Please check out my blog, ThetigressAwakens.wordpress.com and my poetry only blog, Everydayoneironaut.wordpress.com. Cheers and have a kick ass day!!!

20 thoughts on “Poets Anonymous

  1. There is help …
    somewhere, I’m sure.
    I chased a dragon to a far
    off mountain top, but there
    was nothing but inspiration
    for more writing.
    I also am on my knees, and
    in a literary state of despair.
    So, if you find a cure, or even
    a placebo, let me know.
    Show me that you care πŸ’›

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