Biography
I tried and succeeded for a very long time to suppress my need to write. Recently, for reasons unknown, I found myself standing in a bookstore at the checkout with a few gel ink pens and a single small notebook in my hand. When I returned to my desk at work, these word shaped feelings began to leak all over the pages, almost as if they were as relieved to be free of me as I was of being relieved of them. Nevertheless, I felt conflicted when considering whether to upload these strange things once I had rounded them up again. Usually, the majority of poetry makes me cringe; that includes my own. Yet, there are these moments in time when I encountered poetry that touched me in a deeply permanent way. I am not under the illusion that my writing will have that same impact on those that accidentally find it. That said, I do hope that perhaps a single line has that potential. If so, I made the right decision to free it from its page. If you stumble across this small collection of stray objects, it is my sincere hope that you find a single line somewhere that removes you from your reality for a moment.
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Look to the shadow and its origin then look again and look away breathe it in and realize all truth is dead.
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For the seeker --- the seeking, For the sought --- the desire to be discovered.
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"In unity, creation and death; chaos and order, everything and nothing."
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
Blog entries by A.S.
The glutton (20/11/2020)
Inversion (06/11/2020)
Consequence (05/11/2020)
The Obituary (05/11/2020)
Before heartbreak (04/11/2020)
To the reader... (03/11/2020)
The predicament (03/11/2020)
The Black Mountain (03/11/2020)
The dream of waking (02/11/2020)
"3.5" (30/10/2020)
Blog link: https://www.writeoutloud.net/blogs/as
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