Abbreviating Poems

For certain my gut feeling was telling me stories, abbreviating decrees filling my soul with sunshine 

My heart was a rock but now the tender care is specified freely from your heart, feeling my heart with gladness 

I am confident...Read More

Those eyes trapped between thick lines of kohl, frigidly stare

But yet glued to the screen.

Those eyes tire with the glare

But are possessed by a power unseen.


A hundred emoticons fast as a pulse

Yet none stir her expression less face,

Nor, was there...Read More

Hands of Time
Written: by Tom Wright
1/25/2018

Time is a commodity which we all possess,
But each is assigned contrasting amounts.
A commodity that man cannot suppress,
It’s what we do with our time that counts.

Time always dances in an unchanged direction,
Abbreviating life with each...Read More

As a clock's hands are advancing forward,
By cubits time is abbreviating our stay.
As incoming tides are rushing shore-ward,
We busy ourselves doing things our way.

But God made no provisions for reversal,
We ought get matters precise the first time.
Our earthly days are...Read More

Text Speak--A newly developing dialect whereby the speaker can convey a lengthy thought by abbreviating phonetically or through the use of substitutive characters.	

Any attempt to speak it out loud is both impractical and unusually difficult,


Hme skoolled
Nvr took nglish
lrnd on cmptr
:-)
omg...Read More

That English man with an English tongue
Abbreviating the world into song
Nothing he wrote was ever long
And yet to every piece the sense clung
Making English days and place
As close as home to us, the student
Of form and letters, and art still...Read More

You start abbreviating the pretention,
caring for the end of a perennial revenge –
of slain truth, finding depth in arguments
which will spawn more violence.

Come my friend, come. Sit with me.
Let us search together the solitary
death in living past. Ultimate space was
a...Read More

spiders slick so
slippery master the
sorts of sane. me; this
tree draped over me,
i can taste vulgarity 
like dust cracking the
air. move back, away,
all touch is a tickle-
i can't manifest what
could happen during 
this test. poetry is under
construction, slandered
by mathematics,
nails skating down
chalkboard....Read More