User blog:Wheatgerm/Someone Lit a Fire and I Still Can't Write

I feel afraid that if I don't post on the wiki nobody will want to be my friend

and verse is trendy atm

so here's some stuff I wrote while deciding whether or not I can write poetry

spoiler: it is the antithesis of poetry in body and soul

A wave pulls me under:

Thrashing surf, then serenity.

An undertow sucks at ny limbs;

I follow, silt settling softly - a silent hum.

Above, turbulent oceans pummel a barren beachscape.

But I see none of that.

Below, it is dark. It is soundless.

Even are the fish muted:

Silver scales flash

kalidoscopically;

but mum's the word:

her name is written on

orange bottles,

proof the bauble's cracked.

Ding-dong, the mail's here,

the postman attends, stoic and silent.

For a dollar, he'll tell you

that it's all okay;

for fifty cents

he'll look you in the eye.

I left my money upstairs,

with the tempestuous gods.

Let's hope he'll take a loan.

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 haha time to post this before i come to my senses