A limerick The greatest poets can make do without prose, for they vast worlds in flowing poems compose. Whereas I'm of weak stuff; these threadbare lines ain't enough to draw truths from my depths; and it shows...
Weak stuff, or: The greatest poets
Tag: Self-doubt
Regret, or: More often
A rispetto I often relive my mistakes. I often sense life has no point. I often think I'm being too fake. No one's left for me to disappoint. I often curse under my breath. I often imagine my death. I often feel I'm not worth shit. More often than I'd like to admit.
Be for, or: Before
My 2nd Alouette Oft, I underrate My own some-day fate... Feeling I'm here for my child, Hoping to bequeath Firm blade for her sheath, Of many insights compiled. I'm mostly of thoughts And abandoned soughts, Verses my greatest pleasure. I pen ever more, Hoping that before End, she's sure of her measure. The Alouette This… Continue reading Be for, or: Before
It’s them, or: Me
A shadorma Dangerous dusk doubt lies in pride in one's pen. Have I inked the cleverest verses I'll ever deliver?
The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱 
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