A kind of weird dream type thing of a poem (Remove filter)
New Light Beam
New Light Beam
I wasn’t born this bright
And there was no way I could see
How growing up inside the dark could bring light out of me
I seen a new light beam
It cast onto to trees
And each drive there was a window of time
I saw the emerald sea
There was a humid haze between myself and the never-ending valley
With pollen speeding fast into my eyes from air-rushed...
Friday 3rd June 2022 4:32 am
Bad Poetry
Bad Poetry
My name is Caleb Gorey
The narrative is
My brain is a literary Rubik’s Cube and not even I can solve it
The network of my nerves are syntactic
And my blood vessels are but a poem
Clotted with cells of writer’s block
Because my heart is deprived of the right words to gift my mouth
And my liver faults again and its screaming
“You can’t have it!”
I...
Thursday 30th September 2021 5:56 pm
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