#dyslexic
Words words words
All I have is words
they flow
and go
to no one knows where
Oh how I fear
Oh how I tremble
Then of a sudden
a new sensation does **** in
Maybe love
Maybe just the thought of a dove
It is troubling to be in a state of flux
Where you are lost, it truly *****
Lost in a world of words
And endless imagination
Have you been in such a state
Passion does over come
Have you been called dumb?
But for what
For stuttering over words like “but”
Twisted in mind
I see many kinds
I insert them in wrong places
And take others out when they are right on the pages
What, you do ask, am I describing?
Or have you already considered me disturbing
For you can not track the motion of this rhyming?
Well if I can let me explain what you’ve read
You’ve
just
been
inside
my head.
Now tell me where this has lead?
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 1:51 AM UTC
Des is my name
Young was I when I found a game
Some call it hard others think it lame
Learn to read was its name
Excited was I when I first began
X’s and O’s were letters to be learned
I thought that it would be easy but I was burned
Cause I have a problem in reading simple words
Mar 20, 2020
Mar 20, 2020 at 4:50 PM UTC
It’s just sew embossing to put this imprint, butter goes.
Sum tines it feels like my thoughts are just a slurries of malapropos. One right have to another.
I never know what’s coming hexed out of my mouth.
Do you heal me? I’m just slay’en.
Bereave me, it’s twines like these I can’t strand to be a wound myself either.
To parallel Virginia Wool, I need a loom of one zone
To un-tango my thoughts and find dancers to these questions.
Cod-Lamb-It-All-To-Health!
Cheese-IS-RICE!
Will this Rever-end?!
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 8:51 PM UTC
Count-entious . . .
Five-Seven-Five, or
Is it Seven-Five-Seven?
Dyslexic Haiku!
High Coo-Coo . . .
Words like scrambled eggs
Malapropos slip off the tongs
Lysdexics UNTIE!
In Swummary . . .
I never flip turned
I zagged; everyone else zigged
Oh, how I was schooled
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC