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Hello, and welcome to my daily poetry blog. The following poems are improvised based on my day, general reflections, or by just allowing my mind to cruise in neutral without a filter. I have been working on this for something around two years now and have amassed a lot of words. You can either go through them page by page, or check out the "Hall of Better Poems" option in the right column. Please feel free to comment on what you like or dislike, and also subscribe below if you like this sort of thing. Thanks!
- Patrick Lyndaker

(typically I will write down my ideas on paper throughout the day and I may not get in front of a computer to transfer it. So I then dump a few days worth of poems at once.)

Sunday, March 20, 2016

How did you get that scar?

"It is something of a funny story."
That's what I will tell myself
over and over
skipping inside one track
until I believe that is all there is.
I will paint this over and over and over
and over again until I believe it was that way.
Until the outside is how I see the truth.
the time it will take to convince myself will be nothing,
compared to the time lost in the shattering.
the brisk of white.
How I heard the flashing lust.
I held it up so high
and even as it passed
I knew it was more that I had expected,
and unexpected.
This is a lot more to feel than my grey matter can process.
I peeled back the layers once
but it turned me right out.
With no other option left I put on the face of the manufactured truth.
I now hold up the mirror to block the light back
and in the retelling
it shines just as bright behind.
"It's a kinda funny story, actually"
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