So this thread is dedicated to poetry in all of its mistakes. Type poetry, and never hit backspace. Write it as you go. Mistakes and all.
I'll start.
From the toungue of one
whois but all of them
and feels the same as
they would
I don't think it ok
at all.
but what I refer to,
I cannot recall
quatrains of shit.
is that what they're called?
well fuck that
this one only has three
I think
I feel
that I
need
to
slow things
down.
This.
What you are reading
is to slow time.
But I have nothing to say.
Only that I wish.
And nothing will
Nothing.
Sorry about the length of that, it kinda snowballed.
Well, your turn.