(2015)
This is a univocal lipogram poem, where only one vowel is used throughout the poem
#Lipogram #Wind
The tower of Babel was destined to fall not because of the wrath of God, but the hatred
In this moment, I am tired. Dare to stay exhausted? Tonight - inspired- yet I’m tired, off to bed. Don't sleep, be free.
I sat in a lowly lit room in a harsh winter night, fallen into a sense of despair and feeling brutalized by life.
It’s loud here. Friday darkness, with voices clamoring over the clinking of plates and utensils.
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
If there was anything that mattere… I would hold hope that the very thing would be me. Profitably me.
The language I live in is a playground of excessive expression. Fitted to the guiles of love and the rascal finishes
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
A cockroach died of starvation in… Slightly annoyed as I laced my mu… to go outside and find my way to t… steal some coffee from a bank befo… I dropped my American Eagle key o…
Loud angry voices emanating throughout the land trying best to think best about what is best. Argue best.
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…
Why choose misery over the joy found when mugs on the table hide their secrets and pour out everything
Live to see from sunrise to set, dances of dazes, how memories collect. Be it too wrong
dead water and the rising smoke from the desert rocks still to erupt with the fire of love. Perhaps newer. The desire to live life without risk. Hidden. An erect spine Time is timid to ...
In my mind, a grandmotherly smile. There was before only suffering.… of the quivering mess. No longer willing to run away from the self,