A/N: Written for Creative Writing Club

Autobiographical Nonsense

I really can’t think of a poem to write

And that is very much like me

I’m broken in fragments

And scattered all over

And that’s probably the easiest way

To describe myself

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I could be used and abused

But nobody quite wants a taste anymore

I’m not all there

Absorbed in my own dilemmas

And thoughts (or lack thereof)

And I never really know what it is I want

Just that other people are certainly getting it

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But that never stops me from perusing my dreams

Even though I forget them when I’m awake

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Well I’m avoidant and contagious

And exhausted from holding the weight of any new beginning

Take a break, so obviously tired

It’s hard not to give up when you’re tired of breaking

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And I notice as I write this how

No stanza has any rhythm or rhyme

And that seems also so much like me

To get struck by writer’s block and come up with something

That I’ll look back at tomorrow and laugh about

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For tomorrow is a new day, isn’t it?

Only with a space-case memory like mine

I’ll probably forget all the events of today anyways