I wrote a poem about birds today. It’s kind of crap but you can read it if you want.
The bones of birds are hollow
So, birds are mostly air.
Perhaps that’s why they love the sky
And find completeness there.
I also wrote this one about my sore throat. I threw in a violin for no apparent reason.
The highest note inside my throat
Sandpapers my vocal chords
And roughs my voice for days and days
After I attempt to sing it.
The violin finds it easy to sing
He calls the note
That grazed my throat
And cackles merrily at my jealousy.
I’m bored now, though. I’ll do a proper update soon.
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