This swirling liquid rises up in me.
The satisfaction causes sin to seed.
Simple smiles breaking teeth to bleed.
Never suffer fools to tempt your seat.
Wimper as a babe lost in the sea.
Trust that blows to bows deserving be.
No curse you utter here will sunlight see.
Death withholds the secret to be free.
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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