Is it today yet?
I feel like yesterday is still lingering.
I can't remember what day it is,
let alone the date.
Were you here last night?
I lost something, but I am sure I will gain it later.
Is it today?
It feels like we are living in last week,
calling it tomorrow.
When are we?
This mass is enough to effect the time I suppose
and it has pushed me from itself.
Is it today yet?
I am crossing my fingers for tomorrow
but I am pretty sure I missed it.
When are we?
Welcome
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.)
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