Syllables swim through your texts Perhaps not for you but I feel The rhythm, the pull, the give Back and forth and The pause.
I wonder who decided on the big tv Saw a nice hill and thought, I co… Dig it up shuffle it to the side a… Shit why not Add some seating too
It’s not a childish joy It’s a thoughtful one Bubbles! The enunciation of which Troubles the mouth
Sorry I assume We could be something more Perhaps we can’t I always have hope Alternating with despair
Through trouble taken, and confidence shaken, through stress and pain, hard work yet little gain, I have fret endlessly.
I’ve seen others dumped Cast off and forgotten With sweet rotting I’ve seen them decompose Into sweet liquor as people
I craft torn worlds immeasurable, Glades of hilly plains over the mo… Mere dreamed memories shape fantas… And! Points unfinished; begun wrong. A…
I am no word-smith I am the anvil Beaten with a hard And heated hammer Scolded by others’
'Bred to a harder thing than trium… Failure then? That I can do! With a glint in my eye and a smile… I can hold back the inadequacy
A moth asks Do we know what it is To actually love? As it gets swatted at I can’t remember what it was like…
Socks have a good life. They spend their days on separate feet complimenting one another yet not pressed together;
Come now, don’t tell me to shine l… It’s cliché for one, and false for… Must I really quote the dictionar… Yes I will be 'that guy’. Is it so bad I like to be correct…
The flower in your hair Was a bit worse for wear the petals that remained Looked rather drained. Even the stalk was crushed.
These scattered trees mean a lot t… And so often I think that here I’… Many years ago I sent a message Or two. On how I’d explore your f… Teenage fantasy written in bliss m…
How hard is it to write in formal… In sonnet form with proper metre? A few short words written in rever… A rhythm that must not be let pete… And a story, usually of love