Poems from evan.troendle
The world is tired of all our pointless crying, the world would be much happier with beautiful silence.
The world is a sham of solace,...
It is 12:52 in Cedar Rapids a Wednesday
About four weeks before Hog Wild Days, yes
it is 2014 and I go get a haircut
because I will get...
The fool
is faithful.
The fool
is spontaneous.
.
A magician
acts Only to wow
his spectators,
which gasp at the
sight of his power
Wow...
Absorbed beliefs appease the empty ones.
Fresh comfort rests within their tenets’ truths.
A virtuous God, allied and void of faults,...
Bleak winds beckon a soft
Storm for me. the immaterial
Ennui of nature brought me
Depression, yet restrains me from
Suicide; how peculiar...