PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Window

Book

Guitar

Case

Laying

Sitting

I stare

Paper notes

Winter coats

Legs folded in a chair

My body’s here

And I’m there

But I am really nowhere

Confusions

Confessions

All to myself

I roll up my face

Wipe away the trace

And through the heart it stays

Hidden in such grace

Hunger wills

But I tend to spill

All over in June

Blood wills

But I tend to spill

In my room

They’ll both be here…

Soon

Nonsense will become

Dense in a crowded room

So clear your head

Before you’re dead

Note to self:

My heart it looms

So take care of the two

Because body and soul

Can cure the whole

Never forget the two

Pencil

String

Foil

Bowl

What my mind goes to

Grind

Pack

Hit

Smoke

Laying

Sitting

I stare

Creativity makes me care

Free to tear the atmosphere

Wishful thinking gets the best of me

Pulling and ripping the threshold indeed

My heart is the cause of it all

If only I could think

My mind’s eye is tired

Beginning to decease

Coated lungs

A blood filled cough

A quivering breath

The sounds I loved to hear

The pain you had

The pain you caused

Was oh so very dear

I tried to let go

But you are still here

In the day, in the night

When will you disappear?

In the room, in the abyss

Between us nothing can ever exist

Photos show

Accidents reveal

Nothing but devastation

Talk to oneself

To quiet one’s mind

Hands that hold

Nothing but aggravation

Water

Pills

Vomit

In that order

Remember

Think

Do

I’m the sorter

Bag

Clothes

Shoes

Try to remember

One

Two

Three

Count in order

Go go go

In a rush

I am weary dreary

A stomach pump cannot be done

Absorption has already won

My mind gets tossed

And reality is lost

I’m scared to have

Any sort of thought

What isn’t meant to be seen

Can only be seen by me

My hollowed out blackened eyes

Play rotten tricks

They are tricks to keep