Tweet Poetry Collection

Click the title to see the full collection of Tweet Poetry.

Cheney in the news

The guy had his chance to run things, and look where we are for his guidance. The media needs to stop tracking every response Cheney gives to Obama. For once, Bush is the example Cheney--and the media--ought to follow. Silence is golden.

Tweet Poetry: 3

they are showing love to u

God bless you
you are much braver than I
I don't know. I am confused. Help
I love the smell of a bonfire.

I am very bored
All She Wants To Do Is Dance
ohh its gonna be hilarious
Your knees and legs will thank you for it :)

Twitter Poetry: 2

hating my job

Poor listening = Poor time management.
Shut up about it, though. I don't want to be arrested.
takin' it back to "the music for love"
love it or hate it is now playing

how can I get faster
anything I do to advance good is better than nothing.
i could use a new car...
we shall see come 2013!

Landed safe. Miss NY already.
Tucson still sucks.
Never fails to make me weep
my cats laugh
one of your dogs is a sloth
It would be a great planet if it wasn't for the fucking people.

Tweet Poetry: 1

*The following is an idea I'm sure I'm stealing from others: I'm going to start composing poetry taken entirely from posts on Twitter Here's the first one:

An empty kind of happy.

I can't believe in my eyes
Covering Up Reality, One Pothole at a Time
How can I say this...I can't find the words?

You can ask your followers
is it Global Evolution? A crisis or fate?
no, I haven’t.

Poetic Thoughts on the Days of Awe

The gates of Heaven
have thrown themselves open:
the angelic choir sings on cue--
a piercing, perfect cacophony--
as the ONE prepares to peruse
life's ledger.

WE recall the year's deeds:
fights, long nights amongst the stars--
falling in Love--
assembling Meaning from Chaos
through Tradition?

Now, WE empty our chambers:
daily chores and mundane distractions
divert us away from True paths.

As we open the gateways of our hearts,
we flood the world
with forgiveness:
the echo of the angel's song.

This Song Makes Me Think

Title: Green and Grey
Artist: Nickel Creek

I'm in a room full of people all hanging on one person's breath
We would all vote him most likely to be loved to death
I hope he still wants it, but it might remind him of when
He aimed for the bullseye and hit it nine times out of ten

That one time his hand slipped and I saw the dart sail away
I don't know where it landed, but I'm guessing between green and grey
Well, I thought nothing of it but it still haunts him like a ghost
With all eyes upon him except two that matter the most

He says: "Green is the colour that everyone sees all around me
Grey is the colour I see around her,
She's just a blur
The more the crowd cheers, the less I can hear,
And they don't really care what I play
It might be for her but for now it's between green and grey."

We paid and we cheered, now we're gone and to us, that feels right
But for him, every one of those evenings turns into the night
With another hotel room where he lays awake to pretend,
That he's doin' fine with his notebook and guest bed for friends.

He says: "Green is the colour that everyone sees all around me
Grey is the colour I see around her
She's just a blur
Night after night while I hear what I write
Fills the room and my head starts to sway.
Might be for her but for now it's between green and grey."

"I want you to love me," he whispers, unable to speak
And he wonders aloud why feelings so strong make the body so weak
Then he awoke, now he's scared to death somebody heard,
If it was you and you know her, please don't say a word.