Mountains on mountains erupt from the earth's chambers of burdened lava and collapse back into their hellish landscape just as quickly

Waves assault the beach in frenzied randomness, striking their mark upon the sand and washing it away in the same breath

Birds flail about, learning to sail the clouds while dolphins soar their vast expanse of golden sea

People in suits war with each other for ****** glory, sign a strip of paper agreeing to stop, then ignorantly carry on their violent pastiche

Far away, tucked behind his world of scattered phrases and pretentious works of art, the writer observes all this

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Immobile.
Paralysed.
Foul smelling.
Feeble.
She went with the flow
Insignificant.
Boring.
Unoriginal.
Sheepish.
Incapable of breaking free of the shoal she drowned.
Only dead fish go with the flow.

Loving you has
become routine

I can’t break
routine, can I?

I'm smart enough to admit I don't know everything
But foolish enough to forget everything I know

Thinking outside the box,
is not necessary,
if you refuse to go in it.

thank god i can’t write good poetry
the best poetry comes from pain and hurt if you ask me
so although i can’t write like i used to
at least it means i’m doing alright