baby, i’ve got a secret
but someone must have said that secrets are like a disease
they haunt, they infect, and
they gnaw your bones
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baby, i’ve got a secret
but someone must have said that secrets are like a disease
they haunt, they infect, and
they gnaw your bones
This picture is my starting point when I’m told “let go, man;” / it’s a sunset in Suomenlinna / Island: a navy ragged bed,
She could hear the whistles of the trains coming and going, but the deafening roar of a crowd had not reached her yet. The crisp air around her smelled like the looming winter, but that did not matter to her anymore. She was free at last.
This poem explores how the enigmatic, uninterested environment seems deaf to give answers to the afflicted spirit.
Walk into the mind of an artist with this found poem: what is it like to paint others? Or to write about them? What remains inaccessible to artists?
If you’re looking for ways to entertain yourself in the midst of this crisis, I here bring you a really creative one. It’s called a “found poem,” and I’ll give you the instruction on how to create your own next.
Accept my humble offering
For this altar of time
I have a way to end your suffering
And it won't cost a dime