Mellow Poems

I write about the world in verses

An English Lesson

Written by Dave Winnyk on 1/29/2021

But in this holy moment of communion in your mind we are one.

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An Equilibrium of Conscious Reality

Written by Dave Winnyk on 1/28/2021

There is no snow in my head-- no feet or circles either. My hands are not made of words; my fingers not wrapped in rhythm. Yet here are all these letters in the shape of what has been.

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Blasphemy

Written by Dave Winnyk on 1/30/2021

I am still learning what it means to be brave, maybe as a herb that can grow amongst the ivy, so here I am standing tall from my roots.

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How to Have Everything

Written by Dave Winnyk on 5/1/2022

What more could I want?

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I Am Surrounded By An Ocean

Written by Dave Winnyk on 5/1/2022

If I can be comfortable feeling on fire I can find the shore

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I Used to Say I was Tired

Written by Dave Winnyk on 3/20/2022

I got tired of saying I was tired, so I started saying I was good. Even though inside I was exhausted. I got good at saying I was good.

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September 5th, 2022

Written by Dave Winnyk on 9/5/2022

In many moments I am spinning up conversations I'll never have. Imagining what was left unsaid and what could be said.

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The Beauty of Sleep

Written by Dave Winnyk on 5/1/2022

I love the sweet seduction of its warm dripping pool. I swim and luxerate in its bath knowing I'll return to the shore. Will I one day dip my head and find it deeper than I could ever know?

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The Question I'll Focus on Today is Who Am I?

Written by Dave Winnyk on 5/1/2022

In my anxiety, I contemplate freezing my cyphaloid-- the crainial structures, brain, and spinal chord, usually severed at the clavicle-- in hopes, that from the nothingness, I will be awoken in an alien world

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This World is Cruel.

Written by Dave Winnyk on 5/1/2022

And when my head laid between the world's monstorous feet staring up through an endless storm I asked, "Why do I love you?"

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We Are All in This Together

Written by Dave Winnyk on 5/1/2022

The actor and audience are one in this scene, and we watch ourselves destroy ourselves.  

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What is on my Mind when I am Occupying a Tragic Space? 

Written by Dave Winnyk on 5/1/2022

For I am an expression of possibility,  What are the chances of my solitude’s permanence?  

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Who will Watch My TV When I'm Gone?

Written by Dave Winnyk on 5/1/2022

Who would've thought a peasant like me could have so many jesters at my disposal?

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