I am stockpiling every look you gave me.
Good or bad or unintended.
All the same.
Be it all I am interested in,
And maybe more.
You are every thing I want,
And I will never know you.
My summation might be a complete misstep,
But it affords some comfort.
A slight reprise from this despicable life.
Now, as I torture myself over the past,
My what ifs keep my hand away from the knife.
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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