(2015)
This is a univocal lipogram poem, where only one vowel is used throughout the poem
#Lipogram #Wind
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…
On the shoulders of giants, I stood defiant. Everything about me is original Except I did not create: the language I speak
Fragrance of her expression keeps me in rumination. At night, with unconscious and relaxed demeanor, my thoughts– oh my thoughts they thrive.
Gazing at the heavens, wondering if I am to blame for evil. Incorrigible self.
The feeling came again. Love or Lust? Neither I hope, I hate writing of love. It invokes a powerlessness
Has a road to it. For the living and the dying, for the distinct sensation of convenience and order. We live by convenience.
I sat in a lowly lit room in a harsh winter night, fallen into a sense of despair and feeling brutalized by life.
You’ve got to bleed life and be able to write it with a grip in your hand that knows no limit, clenching 'til the roots
The stars above us live gigantic lives, and they allow us a shimmering glimpse in the eve of every night.
Don’t you know that I tried my best to capture exuberance of life in my breast. Hope defined,
Oh how I wish my talent with words were like that of a painter with color and dimension.
Everything is a reaction to everything. This sentence is a reaction to the last. The periods at the end are all rea…
Lines of them there. People in a crowd, hundreds of them. An outdoor concert, vibrations pulsating the air, inviting the hu…
~Read the tome. And read it again… Stories meant to never end but always beginning again. I felt new refrain as I gathered my mind.
There was a joke I was going to write, a really good joke, but I have forgotten it. A shame, now all that’s left is the television blaring in front of me, sounds of “The Price is Right”...