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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.)

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Wrapped up

Intertwined
Spinning in and out
these blinding realizations that it is
maybe
Poor timing
Trapped in a language that
barely is surviving the sighing
Words have lost all meaning
More is meant by dry heaving
I only accomplish a goal when I stop tying
Look around and you too will see the truth
Up in smoke, the words are dying
Sort through the ashes and find some remnant
Not even worth buying
So much joy is lost in stories told while lying
Euphoria is a word
A hope with no chance
A vestigial word with no meaning
No understanding
Destroyed by the constant declining
Lines of anti-conformist  mind-raped
children flying
Flocks to the unified combining
Black and white with forging power of lightning
When in different lighting all unexciting
Just across the room staring bright
inviting
The change we seek
but out of reach
give up and cease
existence no longer fighting
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