Maxwell Searcy Poems

Does your mind ever play tricks on you? Because it sure does on me. Your mind tells your lips to do things to the air between them and my ears that my synapses just can't keep up with.
And late at night, it convinces your fingers to type things onto a tiny phone keypad that leave me smiling long after I've hit the
reply button.
...

I tried to sit down and write a poem about how much I hate you,
but there weren’t any words
so, instead,
I used numbers.
...

I stood in front of my bathroom mirror.
The cutest smile–
no scratch that–
smirk–
...

I'm awful at pentameter.
I couldn't catch a slant rhyme with a mit
except that I know orange will
rhyme with door hinge, which can be spelled with or without an interword hyphen.
...

Woman. Your hair burns when I look at it.
Honestly, your hair incinerates the very core of my optic nerve and
your voice gets on my next one
and you in a whole are sitting right on top of my last.
...

My heart soars so high when I think of later that now falls to the wayside and the future springs up to the frontside.
Summer does a backflip and you turn bitterly cold.
Winter cold.
My thoughts are so icy that
...

I ate a chair.

Don’t worry;
It was a figurative chair.
...

(based on a much older, much shorter, much cheesier, much dumber poem)

I wrote a story.
And you were in it.
...

Like this status and I'll tell you that
I like you but
I'm pretty sure that you don't like me like me
Like you like Travis that sits in the front of our row in Prealgebraclassthatwehavetogetherthirdblock.
...