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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.)

Thursday, December 28, 2017

Flighty

But then:
Men made me break;
Leaves me condemned.
And in a weekend state I am to fight my 'self'
In the winning I lose,
As the reverse is true.

Yet, I reach that sweet end,
All these tools once gifted,
Are inherently forbidden.

Clip the wings of this bird,
For the sake of the song

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