You know I’ll be around when your heart starts tearing, When it gets harder to breathe and you start heaving, And the room gets darker and hope seems fainter, When The End is in sight and you can’t be any more eager. You know I’m there, before I can even say. The second your heart … More Pavlovd [Poetry]
Was there a start without an inevitable end? When lines reach the edge, Do they keep going or simply bend? Why are these letters addressed, If you had no intention to send? Was there a go that had no inevitable stop? Can I surpass gravity – to fall and never drop? How low can I … More Was There [Micro-Poetry]
Outward image White dry lies Diamonds in the sand White dry sand Self-perception White dry lines Outside looking in I don’t think I’m having fun Crossed some lines White dry eyes I shouldn’t have Maybe The quiet me White dry skies Cracked lips Quiet me © coversonyourbed Word count: 45 I keep trying to impress the … More Cool is a Myth [Poetry]
This isn’t what you need, And how couldn’t you know? Because it’s not me you’re mad at, Look in the mirror, you’ll see; You don’t know what you want, And that frustrates you. I’m not here to see you out, Just listen to me talk; Because I’ve tried this before, Now isn’t any different. It … More Self-inflicted [Micro-Poetry]
I’ve found my muse in rage In anger, doubt, and bitterness On my insecurities she thrives And arrives in fits of ire Teeth clenched I’ve found my muse in rage In pain and despair At the sound of my dropping heart She is there Writhing, screaming Boiling blood in tow © coversonyourbed Word count: 50 I’m … More From Long Absence [Micro-Poetry]
Now, today is here With it some newfound fears I look at yesterday Through cracked lenses; unclear © coversonyourbed Word count: 17 Bad day.
I must be going deaf. The lines are pure static, Whispers, no words, just noise. I try to call the past, I’m lost in my own self. My ears dig deep: nothing. To this blur I’d rather Sink into my own thoughts. To this noise I’d rather Ever growing silence. © coversonyourbed Word count: 50 Some … More The Silence in the Blur [Micro-Poetry]
Your eyes mirror the ember glow. My lungs fill with your smoky sigh. Watch it pour out, anxiety in tow. I could’ve quit you, but why should I? ©coversonyourbed Word count: 28 I wrote this piece to practice my iambs. I loosely based this poem on an awesome song by Darwin Deez called Last Cigarette. … More Nicotiana [Micro-Poetry]