Poems from stik13
an overreaction, a laugh
a disorderly disagreement
between two people who don't talk much
but talk enough so they know what
the other...
I come to seek a
Great Perhaps
In a world where I can be okay
i'll confess my sins
and won't dwell on the cut communication
i won't Divide...
you hide behind funhouse mirrors
standing in my image
the ticking of time bombs
competing with your smile
as your tongue twists
and spins...
locked doors and keypads guard me
inconsistent bright lights shine as
my smile flickers off
a low hum the only thing heard
over distant...
i haven’t cared in what’s known to me as a month
a collection of days
with the contribution of hours
the steady flow of minutes...