I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
That's all you asked That's all it took The light, the tea, the book, the nook And you, with no fresh project tasked Free as any living form with the kind of mind
By D. J. Reddall5 months ago in Poets
Some may be trying To read January 6th As a beer hall putsch
Fresh apples with cheese Despite your best efforts, life I can still love them
Like me, these beasts serve and obey your will Unlike me, they cannot feel love for you Your adversaries, they will hunt and kill
Just minding your own business On a mundane day, at a terrible time Your mind will make the orthogonal move You will be quietly falling into line, again
Absolute power An individual's dream A nation's nightmare
"Midway in our life's journey, I went astray/from the straight road and woke to find myself alone in a dark wood" They congratulated me for my sparkling teaching evaluations
Shameful joy derived From the vice and folly of Strangers on a screen
There are word limits Where I work, and where I play When I encounter them, they inspire a range of responses I am generally outraged that I must obey them
All literature Is written for everyone And no one, at once ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Your love does not last, though I wish it would The flashing heat of your smile quickly fades Your saucy sashay through a moonlit wood
I did the right thing. You would have done the same, I expect. You will try to tell yourself that it would have gone differently for you.
By D. J. Reddall5 months ago in Horror
