Photo by Charl Folscher on Unsplash

Thoroughly wrung dry by this point
I am out of anything interesting to say.

I am reinventing meaning, less to make
a statement but more to simply be.

Be more of a person, and less of a poet,
those wretched, godforsaken things.

Wretches who write for the sake of God
while using their gods as placeholders.

Place a hold onto this world of ours,
it’s slightly askew and rolling away.

A cue for the record to be flipped to B-sides,
a needle spinning in its groove, quietly and built.

Quietly, we built a cathedral of needles
out of the static-noise site of yesterday’s deaths.

Yesterday, static, died sightless in a noisy room.
Castaway, thoroughly wrung dry like an orange.

Freewriting Explanation: Every day, Valen shall use 5 minutes to write completely unprompted and uninterrupted, letting the words lead the way. There is no end purpose to each piece, but rather, the pieces are allowed to develop naturally in their own way. The pieces are then uploaded without edits.

Filed under: Freewriting, Poetry


A member of Singapore-based writing collective /stop@BadEndRhymes ("/s@ber"), Valen dwells in the swamp of poetry. He has been published in various publications, including Anxious Poets Society, Eunoia Review and Quarterly Literary Review Singapore. He has performed his work at the Arts House, the Singapore Art Museum, and in various dingy bars.

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