Pain is a pin
Piercing pages of the calendar
A moment that never gives in
Existence without structure
Till it ends
With frantic hopes of never again
poetry
“An Ounce of Nothing” – a new poem by Thomas Typewriter
poetryAn ounce of nothing refused to play
An ounce of nothing refused to say
The words that make up a day
Of hope, of joy, of foregiveness, of exchange
To think the effect of something which does not exist
Would affect a life
Yeilding a direction change
“Stillness” by Thomas Typewriter
poetryIn this moment, stillness surprises me
It confidently strides across my afternoon
Clearly living the better life
I follow, traveling short paths to long thoughts
“Work Ethic” – a new poem by Thomas Typewriter
poetry, UncategorizedMy words were never magnificent,
too full of awkward pauses.
too distant from the Muses’ golden songs
Until then
Until I reach that beautiful chorus
And words explode from my vibrating bones
fully formed
graceful
dancing
Across the page.
Until then I repeat
repeat
repeat
Stacking phrases and random words like building blocks
into towers lopsided, and not always lasting
more wreckage for the next
“Dear Death…” – a new poem by Thomas Typewriter
poetryPlease Death, give my parents one more day.
They’ve yet to apologize.
They’ve yet to change.
Do not take them away until
I hear new things said
Give them one more day
As many as it takes
I don’t mind the wait.
“Maze” – a new poem by Thomas Typewriter
poetryLife are you pleased with yourself
At the cleverness of the maze you’ve designed.
Do you feel joy when I get confused
Do you feel guilt when I get tired
Have you grown bored
“Silence” – a new poem by Thomas Typewriter
poetryWhy the silence?
I see you
I feel you
I remember you
Why the silence?
You used to listen
You used to move at my command
You used to be a part of me
“A Distance Commuted and Calculated” – a new poem by Thomas Typewriter
poetryWho will take my place on the road
As the distance folds on top of itself.
Every day in the dark
Every night in the bright
Traveling Death’s domain
Surprise a shudder
The candle goes out
a new poem: “Their Hyperion Ethos” by Thomas Typewriter
poetryThe unfinished poet rides horses of wild talent
having fled the chariot, lost to the sun
No More guiding ropes
No more frantic hopes
There is only holding on as the distances fly by
Eyes shut, landscapes unseen whisper and scream
Words pile and stack high
Watch where horses step
Hooves catch snapping across overlapping concepts
The poet tumbles down splashing somewhere profound
a new poem: “The Never Generation” by Thomas Typewriter and Jason Arcand
poetryI am alone but not lost
From role to role
My soul freely flows
In dawn, in dusk
We are not separate but only briefly lost.
Too small for our roles,
Exchanging vessels till they fit
In forest, in night
I draw forth.
In ocean, in day
A pattern larger than our eyes
An unheard sound vibrates forever
Across one thousand talking fingers
Across one generation never more
Thomas Typewriter 
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