I was told that I was not really a poet.
I just write in prose half the time.
I wasn't inventive
"[You're] no Robert Frost"
So I'm going to try to stop that
I'm going to write straight poetry
Just at least till I get bored.
It's amazing what people
Say when they have no bounds
Trolling on the internet
Our desert (haiku)
I look through photos Our life through the four seasons Back through the old ones. Blossoming in spring With all the diverse flowers ...
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I had something that I couldn't tell, a hope, a truth, and a lie as well. I rolled them all together with a postage stamp and mailed ... -
I can't seem to find the Cap of the marker I was just using Now it will dry up and shrivel Instead of bleeding through my pages. -
Going up to the counter at the store and being oh so small evermore. The laughter contorts my face all over and under the place A fort- ...