I built it up.
I fell for my own delusions again.
My mind keeps slipping into this same,
Disillusionment.
There is a comfort in the lie I create.
But the world cannot align.
I am only a god in the imagination.
Beyond that?
My insanity is not strong enough to bend rock, move steel,
Or shape hearts.
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.)
True story
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