I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
What traitors our eyes show themselves to be The trees are strangers compared to the stars According to their false testimony
By D. J. Reddall9 months ago in Poets
Look at everything I have accumulated Without any taste
The world bulges with petty avarice Reason seems not to understand itself Villains and thieves are seen as glamorous Books of wisdom sit idle on the shelf
My favorite part You won't believe me, I'm sure It is your pleasure
Never mistake me for an object I am legible, and I can read
Who will ever paint The secret of the patience Of a cat, watching?
By D. J. Reddall10 months ago in Poets
I am biting my Tongue throughout the lecture, but They still take offense
Oh, how we yearn for The amusing, attractive Powerful falsehoods
Can you see your mind? Can your mind always see you? Which one will prevail?
Cooperation Knows nothing of win or loss It names all work ours
I'm so busy, so tired, so confused; My comfort animal was poached by Tim My cunning nemesis, never refused You cannot allow me to lose to him
You could have become One more, insipid cliche Your strangeness is right
