Ok,
I pay the man
With silver pieces stolen from a broken shark ride
Gathering dust and leaves outside an abandoned supermarket
How much is happiness worth?
How terrified of sadness are we?
The depth of willingness to avoid things will lead us to some strangeness
All for the hope of joy
I had a family once
I was rounded well they would call it
You never feel the bottom till it has fallen
I can only stall so much before the eagle swoops in
Looking back on all my life it is hard to see a clear line
Between the things that were good for me and mine
And the point that I gave into sin
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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