Day 43 – Much to Say

Oh,
I don’t have
much to say
anymore.

You sortof reach a point
when you’ve said
thousands of things
and slowly they morph into
thousands of thoughts
that you watch glide by
like fish in the doctor’s office.

It’s not to say nothing matters;
but saying things just to get ears,
just to feel important,
just to build a following,
just to get your angst out-
that doesn’t matter.

Maybe you’ll sell a few coffee mugs.
Maybe even a book.

You could stand in front of a microphone
and feel
that you’ve earned it,
you could grab all eyes,
they could say your words
were the best words,
the greatest words they ever
shared on Instagram

but

words
on their own
have never
done

a single thing.

As someone who’s said
thousands of things,
I haven’t done
a whole lot.

So anymore,
I haven’t got
much to say.

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Breaking: The Word ‘Epic’ Officially Banned From English Language

CharNN has just received report from Merriam-Webster that it has officially banned the word ‘epic’ from the English language due to overuse. The word, predominantly used by frat boys, gamers, and internet trolls, has been previously used to denote something heroic or of unusually great size or extent, such as the Trojan War or woolly mammoths.

But it seems that this generation of texting, Jersey Shore-watching, non-literary idiots have abused the word’s meaning into obscurity. Things now being described as epic include skateboard tricks, rap battles, sandwiches with four different meats, viral kitten videos, and 90’s sitcom reunions. This has caused a “watering-down” effect, so much so that the word now generally means little more than “kinda cool.”

While we can certainly appreciate the removal of this odiously fatigued word, we think the real story here is the realization of just how much power Merriam-Webster has over our speech. With the passing of the word-ban today, strict repercussions were set into place for anyone caught using it: first-time offenders will have a dictionary dropped on their foot, and repeat-offenders will be sentenced to hours of solitary confinement while listening to Weird Al’s “Word Crimes” parody on repeat.

We appealed to Merriam-Webster for comment on this decision, and asked what caused the ban. Their response?

“We’re sick and tired of hearing it. Deal with it.”

Year 2: Day 124 – A Woman Of Many And Few Words

She can write all day about
fairy
tales
and
poetry
and
nonsense

but

when it comes to anything important
she
doesn’t
want
to
talk
about
it.

When I ask her how her day’s been
she
hands
me
a
paper
she’s
already
written
about
it.

When I ask her what she thinks about a subject
she
says
“Please
refer
to
the
poem
I
wrote
four
days
ago.”

When I ask her if she loves me
she says she does
but
she
hasn’t
written
anything
about
it.

We have started to give each other notes
when we pass in the hallway
and I think that has helped.
I have started to see other girls on the side
and I also think that has helped.

Year 2: Day 103 – Breakfast Faith

I’m never sure if there’s any cereal left in the box
but I get out a bowl and pour it anyway-
there’s enough doubt in this world
without ruining breakfast.
If I’m out, I’m out,
and I know how to get more.

The same is true for many things;
it takes faith to ride elevators
and faith to drive
and faith to raise children
and faith to write.

I’m never sure if there are any words left in my fingers
but I sit at the keyboard and pour them anyway-
there’s enough doubt in this world
without keeping silent.
If I’m out, I’m out,
and I know how to get more.

Year 2: Day 98 – The Right Words

I’m sure I’ll find them someday,
the right words I’ve been searching for
my whole life-
there is something I need to say
and I keep on trying.

There is a thing in my stomach
that lurches up
and grips my heart so tightly;
it forces me to try and try
to speak.

But it doesn’t kill;
it pushes me, gentle and firm,
to search for the voice I need,
the paths that I must travel
to find the words
I’ll have to say.

There is no chore, there is no duty,
there is no disciplined regime;
it’s just what you do¬†when you know
you’re meant to do it.

But it squeezes me and
makes me weak,
compelled to try and
halfway hope
I’ll ever find the right words
in the end.

Day 301 – Songs I Remember

There were songs I believed in,
I always did,
that lodged themselves deep
in my heart.

There was someone who wrote
the words I felt,
and to me they were perfect,
were true.

There are lyrics that haunt me,
that I can’t sing,
but which linger forever
in my mind.

There’s someone so happy now
that words fall away,
and I never would hinder
that love.

But there’s still a world
who needs those songs,
at least one person who misses
those words.

And there’s still one person
carrying on
who remembers the strength
that they gave.

There’s still one person
who writes for us both,
who will carry those words
to the grave.