Reading Poetry

Some mornings i wake up, remembering nothing of the nights dreams, with a poem or phrase or lyrics lying at the front of my mind. so it's not one of my greatest works, but it's been floating around my mind for a few days and thought i should just write the damn thing down and be done with it. has not been edited at all, this is just pure word vomit.

Of all the lies I love to hold
The truest one is seldom told
I hold myself too hard to break
I do not sleep so I don’t wake
Of my fear I’ll never tell
I lie within a patterned shell
Intricate yet unappealing
You’d never guess what it’s concealing
I follow my head and not my heart
I don’t despair, I play the part
I remain composed despite the odds
Never surprised - I simply nod
Yet for all my restraint I am content
There’s nothing lived I do repent

Look at me! I'm a prostitute robot from the future!

Loved your word vomit poem.

Thank you. Oddly enough my perceptions altered almost immediately after posting this.

My instincts have been right on the money lately, i think i shall have to listen to them a little more closely if i want this winning streak in life to continue.

Look at me! I'm a prostitute robot from the future!