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i want to write something
that makes you feel
seen and known
words that will
sit with you
when you feel alone
i wrote a new poem a few weeks ago called, ‘I Want To Write Something.’
yes, i am very creative with titles.
throughout this poem i share what it is that i want to write.
it’s not the most serious poem.
i talk about Ray Romano and Harry Potter and pancakes.
it’s all over the place, but it feels like the poem i’ve been trying to write for years and the words finally found themselves on the page.
and i would have never written this poem if i never started writing.
when i first started writing poetry, i tried to write like Levi the Poet. He was one of the only spoken word poets i knew of and i wanted to do as he did.
i started writing and soon found out that i wasn’t Levi.
but if it wasn’t for him i would have never started writing.
last week Levi came on my podcast and we talked about all of this and more.
you can listen to our full conversation on The Written to Speak Podcast.
and for those of you who want to be writers, here is the best advice i can give:
begin.
just begin.
Its time to say goodbye. Such a definite word. An infinite word. An intimate word, but it has to be said so you don’t have to wonder why the bottles stopped coming. You need closure to move on. You can’t sink with me.
Levi the poet.
I am lonely, and I can't reconcile loneliness with meaninglessness because, like beauty, it leaves me wanting for more. She is still a decision that floats out like debris, on ripples that began at her stone's throw.
Levi the poet
Levi Morgan MacAllister, who goes by the stage name Levi the Poet, is an American Christian musician and spoken word artist. If you've never heard his poetry do yourself a favor and head over to https://www.youtube.com/user/LevithePoet and treat yourself. Today, we just talk.
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In obscurity and silence and absurdity and violence the quiet reminded me that the surest sign I don't understand is to be sure that I do. I knew more before I knew more. He said, "Just outside the room, I watched her die for forty-five minutes while they tried to revive my child and when she finally pulled through I thought of death and resurrection and how much I hated you." I love you for it. You've been gone so long I've been raging at the night in all its emptiness, all its nothingness, all its silent, darkened sky. I've been searching for the sadist who keeps taking his sweet time to let us see, or let us leave, or let us move on with our lives. Now that you've finally shown yourself again, I've got my fists raised high for the bliss it is to finally have a christ to crucify (and then to kiss). You let me lose my mind and I loved you for letting me hate you, and I barely recognize the lines the rivers make on the mountain face or the color of your eyes
The Dark Night of the Soul by Levi the Poet
Correspondence (-A Fiction-) (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/IXojh2VwGP A story. A whaler's daughter, out at sea. An orphaned son, building a treehouse for her return. The letters they write back and forth to one another, carried by the waves via the ship-captain's liquor bottles. Their love. Their beginnings. Their new beginnings. Their Correspondence. -{I DID NOT WRITE ANY OF THIS ALL CREDIT GOES TO LEVI …
I
Have
Not
Forgotten
Your
Voice
And
The
Only
Thing
It
Speaks
Is
Love
And I recognize it because
That
Word
Never
Comes
To
Me
From
Me
Levi the Poet