when I reach
one hundred poems
will I stop?
burn them
on a stony beach
in midnight solitude
or shall I carve them in my skin
to walk through the streets
bleeding my truth?
one hundred thoughts too strong
for conversation
we hide in poetry
its sense of song
protecting us from our uncertainties
our unformed faith
eulogies for our forgotten hope
we let these words convince us
that we have done all we can do
this line
these lines
the limit
of belief
——-
My sixth post of the year and might be my last ever on this blog. I don’t have the time, motivation, or audience to make it worth keeping up, and an abandoned blog seems worse than one that ceases to exist. This won’t be the first site I’ve deleted. This is my content and I don’t want it laying around, training AI without me granting permission.
WordPress is a very good backbone for websites and not much of a vibe otherwise. The whole Meta suite is an exhausting grind (even Threads, which I loved for six months.) X is a toxic wasteland, the other platforms (Bluesky, Mastodon) too convoluted. Social media in general is not the paradise we deserve.
Maybe I’ll open a MySpace account…
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