Rubberband rhymes

Can so relate to this! Stunning! Thanks Tyler! 🙂

The ancient eavesdropper

A feeling
of a feeling —
a sense
sensed —
a taste
touched.

Poets with
their contortionist
tongues —
twisting words
to fit any
verse —
snapping
rubberband
rhymes —
on the corners
of our mind.

In the
unwritten
words
& unheard
silence —
I will be my
unbecoming.

Thoughts
weigh heavy
on my brain —
feelings resist
change —
I am a slave
to pleasure
& pain —
a sense of
what remains.

A poet’s wish —
to be inspired
by everything
& nothing —
just sit & stare
& go nowhere
but here in
this moment.

Uncover
the vastness
of your mind —
look deep inside —
and tap into your
potential.

Listening to
my muse —
lost in the
thought
of thoughts —
I feel my
heart beating
twice.

The pupil
of my mind’s
eye —
a coffee
bean
black as
night —
growing
in size.

On…

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