(2015)
This is a univocal lipogram poem, where only one vowel is used throughout the poem
#Lipogram #Wind
An echoing melody breezed through… swinging from the tops of green fo… and melted the defenses of the mou… Everything seemed to disappear thi… I was in myself a different way.
Lurid music dripping about starts softly then crescendos into something
If there was anything that mattere… I would hold hope that the very thing would be me. Profitably me.
The quiet hum, perpetual ticking of the large grey soda fountain in the lobby is the only sound I hear now.
We shoot for superiority. The best of the idea, the winning match and set game for the domination. I, with masculine energy,
If I ever write a poem and give it the title “A Dream”... Do not read that poem. Hesitate before every word,
Lines of them there. People in a crowd, hundreds of them. An outdoor concert, vibrations pulsating the air, inviting the hu…
Alas my fellow poets, have I foun… amongst your fold: fellow stoics,… Kindred in spirit and dreamers of… Oh sweet apathy, I write of your… Oh lady I will be your beer speak…
The humming of the electrical wire… gently existing outside my window as the birds lay alongside there, napping
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
Do your work and remove yourself. Don’t check the follower count. You are a rock, immoveable in your… You are the river that breathes an… You are provider. And receiver.
You let them run free. guided, sure, but still free to make their mistakes and live li… You let them experience their pove… Let them earn success through dest…
Life to me is covered by a velvet sheet, suffocating me with rich fabric and delicate dreams.
Creating, condemning, piercing my skin with a rough sketch, tattoo ink and a clueless reminder found within every pore.
There’s a little bit of blood on my breathe. My blood, breathing, within vitality