This is a univocal lipogram poem, where only one vowel is used throughout the poem
Live to see
from sunrise to set,
dances of dazes,
how memories collect.
Be it too wrong
I have something to say about deci…
if I were to make them
all the time, might find
a certain sense of resolute truth.
The mind wanders to and fro,
If I could pray,
I would pray that you all
enjoy your lives.
Final, but not ultimate, enjoyment
of the self and restlessness.
In the distance, slight tapping of…
Festival creating renewed life, wa…
the origin of the location unknown…
Then upbeat rhythm kicks in,
Announcing a different style of ce…
He haunts me every night
a ghostly light highlights a darkl…
Skin the color of starlight in mem…
Dreaded demon of conscious-less em…
He is my demented tormentor
There’s four of them, circling aro…
not doing or thinking of tomorrow.
Just simple thoughts and words sha…
to each other. Today yet another d…
Dressed mostly in black, with rand…
The language I live in
is a playground
of excessive expression.
Fitted to the guiles of love
and the rascal finishes
I grew up staring starry-eyed at t…
of healthier men walking out of do…
head held high while I kept their…
It wasn’t something to really envy…
and a fine nights sleep. No family…
She sat there
across the table from me
as music blared through
the night sky.
Heavy majestic clouds,
I do not waste my time
with things that do not want to be…
Like angry schoolchildren
wanting to... demanding to
live in ignorance,
I live in the street of somethings…
I live 30 feet
beneath the street.
It scares me sometimes.
Life rests its crest,
A long time ago
I wrote a poem for a girl
whose beauty and grace
was captivating, enthralling
but who was also
Loud angry voices
the land trying best
to think best about
what is best. Argue best.
I sat in a lowly lit room
in a harsh winter night,
fallen into a sense of despair
and feeling brutalized
At first, I was the reveling masq…
In a dozen wanton nights,
with a lack of fright for social a…
I sought to receive.
I sought to breath