.
A Cardinal landed on
The top branch of a
Leafless lilac tree,
Steadying himself
Against the frigid
Midday breeze. I aim
A chipped camera lens
And begin to lose
Sensation in my
Exposed fingertips.
Under worn soles
Snow cracks and
The Cardinal glides away,
Crimson fire on the wind.
.
CO
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A Cardinal landed on
The top branch of a
Leafless lilac tree,
Steadying himself
Against the frigid
Midday breeze. I aim
A chipped camera lens
And begin to lose
Sensation in my
Exposed fingertips.
Under worn soles
Snow cracks and
The Cardinal glides away,
Crimson fire on the wind.
.
CO
.
CO
.
CO
I can't let out the screams welling up
Because I live with others and don't want to be a bother
I am writing this stupid poetry because
The world isn't fucking working the
Way I grew up hoping it would
I am not the only one feeling this sense of gnashing thoughts
.
C
I can't let out the screams welling up
Because I live with others and don't want to be a bother
I am writing this stupid poetry because
The world isn't fucking working the
Way I grew up hoping it would
I am not the only one feeling this sense of gnashing thoughts
.
C
For the death of Irony
We will be counting
On it more than ever
As the world crumbles
Around us. Now we
Must sing
Now we must call out
And be as loud as
We can as they
Make clear what is
Already known. Now
We must be battlements
We must be palisades
We must hold
.
CO
For the death of Irony
We will be counting
On it more than ever
As the world crumbles
Around us. Now we
Must sing
Now we must call out
And be as loud as
We can as they
Make clear what is
Already known. Now
We must be battlements
We must be palisades
We must hold
.
CO
Of increasing the world's supply of flights
Of fancy and truncated morsels of thought
In the pursuit of discovering the meaning of
trois cents caractères ou moins
When it comes to poetic license
Pedantic over-listening
Pea soup and
Psalm psinging
.
CO
Of increasing the world's supply of flights
Of fancy and truncated morsels of thought
In the pursuit of discovering the meaning of
trois cents caractères ou moins
When it comes to poetic license
Pedantic over-listening
Pea soup and
Psalm psinging
.
CO
I am not the bottom of the barrel
I am tempests tossing ships at sea
I am not shot from a glass cannon
I am fighting phantom forces
I am not afraid of the dark
I am half-baked twice
I am not tuna
I am cod
I am not the bottom of the barrel
I am tempests tossing ships at sea
I am not shot from a glass cannon
I am fighting phantom forces
I am not afraid of the dark
I am half-baked twice
I am not tuna
I am cod