Poems from puffin
I'm a very busy physics major who writes "poetry" sometimes. I'm really into dadaism and the artistic revolution of the 1960s, and, cringey though it may sound, I think there should be a revival of that movement, which may be why I stick around here sometimes. It may be worth mentioning that I'm an atheist; I appreciate your religious sentiment, but all you'll get back from me is humanly good will.
The cieling fan runs quietly,
The hound snores at the screen door.
I sit and I chat over coffee
With a guy who can be so much more.
I enjoy...
Machine of pain,
Which pours blood like rain.
You helped my forefathers liberate,
You made the home I venerate.
Through wilderness and...
I loathe you,
Thief of waking hours.
Good terms can't be renewed,
With all the time you've devoured.
I want to see, think, and feel;
I want...
Life is coffee.
Dark, bitter, sallow.
Each new sight I see
Makes me feel callow.
Yet it'll get me through this.
Today it grants me energy....
It's absurd, it's treasonous,
Lines are blurred where reason is.
It's now where rationality has left;
Unfounded accusations carry heft....