Compass That Doesn't Point North

A place for poetry.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Posted by LearningLifelong at 11:50 AM

Imperfect Love

Counting down the days 'til a broken heart, I am broken. I wish you could fix me, But all the shards in your hands Can't be bound b...
Stagnant

Stagnance Creativity has died Falling into sharp reminders Memos written in black ink Compute screens glaring Phones blaring Trapped in inst...
Experience

The north wind blew me here, A trickster, Leaving me stranded in the tempest of my mind. Whispered breezily of "experience." An e...
A Matter of Taste

I always expected to experience the world with words Document each adventure with the scrawl of black ink But as I was fated, instead I ex...
Smoke Screen

My world burns, Literally and metaphorically. Toxic smoke covers the landscape. The wind wafts the scent, Of one of God's greatest ...
Pepsi

In my dreams Monks laugh And drink Pepsi Under tarps in markets Where the air is thick and warm Wafting scents of spices and fish Coking sa...
Two Minutes More

Two minutes is forever in this world. Once upon a time You would have taken days to write a rhyme Trying to make it perfect. But today, ...

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