#PoetrySunday - 4/5/20
STORIES I came from a place that you will never know. Hell, I can barely remember it most of the time. But if it sit long enough and let my mind wander she
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Very bad poetry, shared unironically.
#PoetrySunday - 3/29/20
TEXAS From my window I can see springtime laying out her finest. The song plays sweetly, Acoustic guitar and a voice like a breeze through the wildflowers. And right now, in this moment,
#PoetrySunday - 3/15/20
THE HERD Have you heard the news today? Thousands are sick Thousands are dying And the stores are packed And the bars are crowded And everyone is talking And no one is listening
#PoetrySunday - 3/8/20
WHITE SKY Sometimes, the sky is white No color No cloud defined Just a pale, empty canvas That hurts to look at for too long
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I'm not some impetuous child. I'm not in the habit of overestimating my abilities. The amount of shit I get done every day - with competence and grace - is astounding. I'm not
#PoetrySunday - 3/1/20
I have no use for those for whom the mystery of love Can be reduced to biology Or psychology Or whatever measurable thing Brings them comfort in their Discomfort of Not Knowing. Nor
#PoetrySunday - 2/23/20
SELF LOVE If I were a tiny bird Or a happy baby Or a sleepy, fat kitten Or a cozy fireplace Or a luxurious bath Or a cup of fine wine Or a
#PoetrySunday - 2/16/20
PRECIPICE In an instant, all may be lost. In an instant, all may be gained. But you’ll never know until You walk right up to the edge Face the abyss With its
#PoetrySunday - 2/2/20
1:36 AMI think of all those pretty songs That make a girl Want to dance slowly And forget The time. Record needle hits and Seconds later The long, low sound From that
#PoetrySunday - 1/26/20
WALK Words are lovely, aren’t they? The way they curve and jut. The way they amble across the page, A scenic route to my message for you. Let’s walk this path
#PoetrySunday - 1/19/20
The End is NighHe’s starting to fade. Body and mind are beginning to fail him: The god who has lived each day of my life with an unshakable faith in his own
#PoetrySunday - 1/12/20
LONG WEEK I can’t see through the aching that is coating the inside of my skull and its making me feel like I can’t see through anything. Not even thin air.