Good phrases from my corpus, as I am allowing myself to call it:
Afraid and crying
The wrinkled shade of the canyon
Slowly fuck the love back inside
The author of tangled charity acts
The blanket creeps
Some belated chick
Tomorrow finds disease
It sank in the storm
Naive fingers dancing
Tearing holes, ruined
Rather a negative collection from my hellopoetry.com today.
I could play this game for hours. It’s how I imagine fishing to be for people who like fishing. No purpose to it really, just dreaming idly in the quiet until it’s time to go home.
Am I right? Tell me!