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Anthology Reveries that I call Poetry | by T!el Fajardo

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Since I have some time now, I’ve put together this anthology for you all. If you think my effort is worth it and the quality is good, feel free to buy me a coffee,  there’s a button at the end too. Feel free to share this post and comment too.

I’ve also added a few extra poems that you might not have seen before.

How This Works

I’m testing an intricate idea here. This post is a single post with a collection of poems separated by pages (you might see page breaks depending on where you are reading this), with chapters and titles organized by the appropriate headings (no hyperlinks). Call it my postfolio; it’s a post analogous to a book.

Introduction

Welcome to a journey through language, writing, and the metatextual world of poetry. We’ll explore how language can be both a creative tool and a barrier. From the playful frustration of crumpled drafts to the powerful imagery of ink and blood, these verses challenge traditional forms, blending free verse with deliberate constraints.

The author

Pages: Page 1, Page 2, Page 3, Page 4, Page 5, Page 6, Page 7, Page 8, Page 9, Page 10, Page 11, Page 12, Page 13, Page 14, Page 15, Page 16, Page 17, Page 18, Page 19, Page 20, Page 21, Page 22, Page 23, Page 24, Page 25, Page 26, Page 27, Page 28, Page 29, Page 30, Page 31, Page 32, Page 33, Page 34, Page 35, Page 36, Page 37, Page 38

Welcome to it

Persona #5738

Welcome to their life.
It might be an open book
— though, unlike a certain kind,
left opened to the same page as ever
because one is obsessed
with a narrow frame of it.

Are we on the same page?

Life together is a mutual reading.
Will you read their last page as they read yours?
Will you commit? Will you compromise?

Welcome to their life. It’s free to enter but pricey to leave.

Yet Another Nod to the Crickets

‘Nobody cares*‘, and I write. You know, for the crickets. I am probably going too fast with the frequency of posts here, but I’ll always write when I feel like doing so, as long as I don’t run out of gas soon, or writer’s block hits me hard. Posting is the least of the problems (if it’s a problem at all). Either WordPress says, “fine, you won, now spreading your posts to the grasshopers”, or things remain like they are now. It’s a win-win (because I can’t afford to lose).

I don’t feel like sharing my stuff on social media or the likes, where nobody typically cares for what you write but the image you project, so either people will discover this blog by chance or yay, the crickets will rule this.

Important to note, don’t expect me to write often pieces other than for art’s sake, although there is nothing inherently wrong with writing utilitarian art. Anyone’s entitled to write for social change or the likes, for instance; and I am entitled to focus mainly or solely on aesthetic, the natural world, the language itself, mundane experiences, etc. All while taking advantage of metalanguage, metaphor, imagery (although I can’t, myself, visualize), diacope, etc.

Some are just born with the mojo. I was born with the tenaciousness.

You’re few, but you’re the good ones. Feel free to leave a comment

*I literally mean it ‘in quotes’.