Vignettes

Whether forcibly or by choice (ie. because of school or for fun) I often write stuff that doesn’t really fit a category or specific purpose, at least for right now. Poems, quotables, etc. So, for your perusing pleasure I present them here.

I shut my eyes for this. It’s amazing the difference between not looking at the screen and not looking at anything at all. Typos are unintentional but unavoidable and I think they add rather than detract.

(as if Im blinf.)

I cannot nor will I ask for help
For helpless I am not
And yet it seems that either way
I choose I must be causght.

Sor can you knowwhat this says
The meaning, can you hear?
While in my hrad the words do ring
I know not if ot’s clear

I do not ywant to others need
In fac I push and cry
But need, it seems, sometimes I di
However I deny

I canr imagine how to live
Like this my whole long day
For if truly blind I were
No peeks could I appropriate

No matter how I strained and prayed
No glimpses peicrce my solitude
And when I opened sightless eyes
Awakening would be rude

Make random list of words. Surprise! Make poem out of it.

pocket cringe dealt grunge hanged harangued wink recoil

While formulating this list, many words having to do with death cropped up. I’m not sure what this means (other than revealing my fascination with Hitchcock). I rejected some, but found others still had a close association, conscious or not (recoil as in gun?). So it really couldn’t end any other way.
I’ve been told it’s a bit ambiguous; see what you think.
[title undetermined]

six men around the table judgment held
soundless for the fateful deal
no motion nor cringe to reveal
what fortune their hand spelled
from the verdict no appeal
the slightest recoil must be covered

no wink intent exposed
their path already had been chose
everyone the rules that governed
death and life did know
two eyes stole towards the exit near

uncomfortable one did shift
the turn followed the river swift
but honor more than life was dear
unalterable the court did sit
the final face the story told

no words exchanged
no last harangue
as hands towards pockets stole
the sentence all must tolerate
into the grungy sordid night

five walked together, barely weighed
to add him where the others hanged
and turned as one back to the light
again to join the game