I want to ghostwrite the suicide
Of everyone that stood between
A pair of slowly spreading thighs and me
With coffee stains and scratch marks
Blood cannot deter
Once we set the mind
I take my tobacco with clover and colour
If I can't breath I may as well drown
The people around me end up wasting away
One line at a time they disappear
More frequently than I care to dissect here
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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