Poems from numatiklife
Minds full of “what if’s?’
Mine full of buttons
Mindful, to address
A similar view…
Now that I’ve visited the lowest of lows,
I’ll ponder...
I think we all could smile more
Perhaps if we would smile more
It would only take a while for...
Everyone to smile
Instead of negativity...
Engraved on the same type of stone
Lime.
Unripe, despite its color
Sour, acidic, bitter—
Frantic, in disarray
While guns blaze
One side...
Fading… like the dawn, reaching out for chivalry
Shivering, they lacking passionate heat, I’m billowing
A bitter sweet, bit of a black...
What is an individual?
If not a voice to the underappreciated
The ostracized… separated at the synapse
Unable to transmit even the most...