The colors fade and mix.
Melting in the heat of mediocrity.
A blinding darkness.
Splattering grey and blacks.
Suffocating my eyes to blindness.
Textures, felt on the tips of mental fingers.
Groping thoughts,
searching the chasm of inner self.
Cycling through phrases with no meaning or relation to the next.
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.)
Wednesday, August 31, 2016
Tuesday, August 30, 2016
Drain.
I drag around this cold with me.
The lozenge won't do anything.
Just keep the ice insulated,
projected, steeply complicated.
Spring can't come soon enough.
It won't get here soon enough.
What you said was true enough.
Unknowing you were true enough.
An explanation here
just behind my tongue,
but telling you would render
all the work undone.
Is it too much to ask
to not have to break my back?
Is it too much to ask
my mana to untap?
The lozenge won't do anything.
Just keep the ice insulated,
projected, steeply complicated.
Spring can't come soon enough.
It won't get here soon enough.
What you said was true enough.
Unknowing you were true enough.
An explanation here
just behind my tongue,
but telling you would render
all the work undone.
Is it too much to ask
to not have to break my back?
Is it too much to ask
my mana to untap?
Monday, August 29, 2016
back to it
I left a sizable gap in the chain
hope remains that it's not to late to get back on the train
lest my brain pulled from the station
leaving me empty handed
gasping at straws
assigning the blame
racing in the same track night out and day in
laughter might one day find it's refrain
hope remains that it's not to late to get back on the train
lest my brain pulled from the station
leaving me empty handed
gasping at straws
assigning the blame
racing in the same track night out and day in
laughter might one day find it's refrain
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
real deal
The words turn sour in my mouth.
No need to exit the room,
but,
you had no choice after that did you.
First impressions are not lasting
if every after moment is a tarnished truth.
My tact was never present but it seemed so genuine.
Until you got to know me.
Until you learned that it was genuine.
Now you see that the desperate torture I deal,
is no more a threat then it is real.
No need to exit the room,
but,
you had no choice after that did you.
First impressions are not lasting
if every after moment is a tarnished truth.
My tact was never present but it seemed so genuine.
Until you got to know me.
Until you learned that it was genuine.
Now you see that the desperate torture I deal,
is no more a threat then it is real.
Monday, August 15, 2016
did not
The lot didn't quite make it
the long way we hoped it would
falling short is a career choice
and my nose is familiar with the pavement here
pass the word up the chain
I succeeded as you thought I would.
the long way we hoped it would
falling short is a career choice
and my nose is familiar with the pavement here
pass the word up the chain
I succeeded as you thought I would.
Wednesday, August 10, 2016
open wound
Distance made my heart grow fonder
but fonder of the distance.
I miss no part of where I have returned to.
If you fail to recognize my pain,
you fail to recognize the man you met.
So many days have passed since I made birth,
and not enough to erase the hurt.
Without a care for those beyond your scope of emotion.
With no regard for those that do not share your name.
We cary on, with an air of innocence.
Acting oblivious to the self inflicted pain.
but fonder of the distance.
I miss no part of where I have returned to.
If you fail to recognize my pain,
you fail to recognize the man you met.
So many days have passed since I made birth,
and not enough to erase the hurt.
Without a care for those beyond your scope of emotion.
With no regard for those that do not share your name.
We cary on, with an air of innocence.
Acting oblivious to the self inflicted pain.
Tuesday, August 9, 2016
regrets
Not quite diamonds that you cut your teeth on
but the blood ran just the same
time wounds all heals
and only parents are to blame
Words create def ears
upon the broken drums we crash
regret is something earned
without a though of the backlash
but the blood ran just the same
time wounds all heals
and only parents are to blame
Words create def ears
upon the broken drums we crash
regret is something earned
without a though of the backlash
Monday, August 8, 2016
strong
How much can words besmirch you heart?
How steeled must my emotions be?
Are we so weak that merely spoken vibrations can rattle the walls we have built?
How steeled must my emotions be?
Are we so weak that merely spoken vibrations can rattle the walls we have built?
Sunday, August 7, 2016
27
before my back is broken
before the words are spoken
with flashing something golden
i am just a passing token
before the words are spoken
with flashing something golden
i am just a passing token
Saturday, August 6, 2016
energy
Just say the magic words:
Regain
Recover
Focus
and the world will new align.
Before the very eyes of disbelieving future, mine.
With proper inc and branding,
all the worlds your pet.
Without regret,
You too can swim in pools of gold.
Regain
Recover
Focus
and the world will new align.
Before the very eyes of disbelieving future, mine.
With proper inc and branding,
all the worlds your pet.
Without regret,
You too can swim in pools of gold.
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