Lately, I’ve noticed that I haven’t been writing as much as I use to but my Tweeting has increased. I’ve also notice that I’ve been writing very short poems for my Twitter. Here’s some of my better Twitter poetry:
· In these bleak, middle hours of night, when the street lights glimmer, I think of my lonely heart and I wonder if it's still with you...
· All alone in my room I wonder what the world is getting around to... knock knock, are you still out there reality?
· Those monsters you thought lurked under your bed are real, but they hide not outside, but in. You need not look further than the mirror...
· I am but an hour, my soliloquy finished, my spotlight dimmed. I fade into the shadows and become the shade. I am but an hour and it has fled
· Poetry in my ears, sleep in my eyes, dreams in my heart...
· This path in life, so uncertain, so tangled and weaved. Where do I stand? Where do I fall? Do I dare move forward or am I standing still?
· The last light passes over the dim eyes of a tarnished memory. For once what was gold no longer glitters and all we seem is but a dream...
· Here I am and there you are. Eye to eye, and yet so far. The distance between your heart and mine and the silence left standing while we lie
· Again the winter waits for us and again we must face it determined to see the spring or to perish under the bitter frost. Fight on!
· If but my lips had the words to form the gravity of silence but that which lips form are the extinction of such bliss...
· There is a burden a writer carries for we are the crafters of words, and words are dangerous tools when left in the wrong hands. Choose well
· I should move the stars to the music of the spheres but u remain deaf to them. I should move my heart to the song of your sighs but u care not
· There are words we cannot speak face to face, so instead we put them on our knives and thrust towards our backs.
[Note: The poems go oldest post to newest post. -MTF]
