there is no such thing as
broken hearts,
only broken
minds.
...
so this is where we are,
where we will always be.
stuck between our words
misread,
...
anxious
dazed
driving ferociously steady
through Alabaster
...
she met me on that famous road
dressed all stylish and hip.
trying to intimidate.
trying to impress.
...
and so they writhe
in their pathetic
affliction.
giving money to the greedy
...
every great artist seems to ask
this highly pathetic
hypothetical question.
'would anyone miss me
...
i hope they come
pouring
these horrid words
simplistic, cold
...
in the shadows
yellow eyes
and teeth
...
this keyboard is my machine gun.)
Dirty Eyes
sometimes i feel the devil
and his dirty eyes
watching.
haunting me.
taunting me.
burning me alive...
inviting me to fall
into a comfortable numb.
but in that numb
a hatred dwells, smirking in the shadows.
i shrug him off and
move along
pretend he isn't there.
my inner madness spills into a
thin black ink.
so you can read
what your eyes
would never
see.
while i sit
grinding teeth,
spitting thoughts from my fingers.
hurting and feeling.
living with
myself.
your poems are short but yet it goes down with the message. impressive. i like A Hard Thing Put Simply