Short Illegible Poems

My scribbles scrammbled on a tatty bit of paper
I vomit ideas
           Before they vapour 
They appear inedible mountains of mess
     I churn and turn the illegible scribbles to words that truly bless

I am a dyslexic writer - Published Poem in Forgotten Letters...

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“Friendship is a promise made in the heart
silent and unwritten
it is unbreakable by distance
and unchangeable by time”
Fools! Time changes all!
Even the etched-in words
on this granite slab,
or this very page
which shall outlast all friendships,
will be rendered illegible one day,
all words, all readers
weathered away by the dust of time!...

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I laughed aloud
To look at the strange
Action of a mad man
Who was standing
At the edge of the road
His expressions 
Were changing rapidly 
But suddenly
My laugh had a brake
And my heart became grave
Curiously, surprisingly
I saw his face
And on it 
An illegible trace
I felt something 
In my heart
Laughing at me
It was none but humanity...

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All my letters
are deformed,
beyond a cure.

Contest judges
trample over my
clumsy curvy lines.
Voice of my bruised
verse is not heard. 

Sentences zigzag
with slow-moving
fingers. Unanswered
questions become
coffin-bearers.

Ambition is lost
in the cloudy 
chirography.
Black box sounds
my broken dreams.

First appeared in The Literary Hatchet...

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My heart was a blank piece of paper
Crisp; clean; untouched
Waiting patiently to be trusted with beautiful words
Written by the warmest hands
Treasured forever like a sweet memory 

But you came along and without permission
You wrote the harshest poetry
Cruel thoughts leaving imperfections
Scratches; scribbles; illegible rambles
Like too thick blankets suffocating me

Sadly I have learned
Few people believe in recycling.

-ARI...

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I startled awake, early Sunday morning,
fraught - my mind, darting like a panicked animal
because my assignment calendar 
is wet, smeared and illegible!

Total darkness - I fish for my phone by it’s cord - it reads 3:08am.

I flop back onto a cloud of thick, memory foam.
Ahhh, jeeez, it was just a DREAM.

Of course, my assignment calendar 
is safe, digital, redundant, cloud backed up.

“THAT was a little morbid.” I think,
as I drift back out of consciousness....

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You're so pathetic
you just don't get it
It's fun at the time,
but trust me you'll regret it.
Don't forget its not just cause I said yes,
it happened cause you let it.
At first I didnt understand 
now im starting to get it.
I'm like a puppy you can lock away
only take me out when you wanna play
I'm like a trophy you place upon your shelf
getting dusted by everyone else.
I'm the only thing you feel you can control
I am the translation to your otherwise illegible scroll...

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My words are lost in ink stains 
Verses smudged in prints of you 
Illegible scribbles soon fill in lines 
Once paved with love anew  
Now only paperless pain ensues 

An unnatural sequence of thoughts
Scribed in distressed hues of blue
Will re-actively release your grip 
But the pain it can’t undo 
Now only agony grew

My heart hands weep writes of tomorrow  
My paper and pen are tempered in sorrow
My emotions bellow wallows 

Of a mournful mind  
I pray
This too 
Shall pass
In time…...

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Livid I was when that nincompoop
stained that page of my book
with tomato sauce, while eating
oh! How horrible! How horrible!
It was just a little dot but still;
definitely not easy to tolerate,
since I am a bibliophile,
enamoured with poetry and essays,
being my idols William Topaz McGonagall
and the Irish-speaker Robert Wilson Lynd!
Oh! It was just a little stain which
blurred no text, made nothing illegible,
but still! My anger ceases not
and I call that man a true clown!...

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