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Poetry by Tim WindischAuthor: Tim Windisch
Original poems written and recited by Tim Windisch covering a range of topics including past experiences, current events, love, loss, and anything else worth writing poetry about. I have stood firmly upon the shoulders of giants that passed before me, climbed higher into the heads of them and many more, all leading to the words found within. Many thanks to those who touched my life and helped write these selections. Enjoy reading them and your time inside my mind Language: en Genres: Personal Journals, Society & Culture Contact email: Get it Feed URL: Get it iTunes ID: Get it |
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Nothing
Friday, 9 January, 2026
NothingNothing’s at work, like trying to eat soup with chopsticks The logic’s mechanics suck they need a bottom to top fixCan’t pick up enough to satisfy my hunger Meanwhile the clock says I ain’t getting younger Seems to be the way the story goes for us romanticsStare at the wall and try to connect every little bumpCan you create an image, not me I’m so easy to stumpBlurred by pictures we painted above Over miles of distance with loveNothing says nothing and nothing gives my throat a lumpNothing’s at work; it’s not for me, it just boils my blood Only so many times you can bite your tongue and chill on budCause you know it just don’t sitNot a little but every damn bitEverything needs to wash over nothing, like a flood Cause nothing don’t please me Nothing can’t hold meNothing can’t tell meI love you No nothingneeds to bedone Tim Windisch 01 09 2026
