Run:
Like always I run
Clean state of mind
Beckoning me to the edges of the world.
Feet that lift off of concrete
Faster than how my soul flees
From anything that suddenly grows attached.
Always, I run.
Because how am I expected
To handle other human beings
When I cannot handle myself?
So,
I run.
~J.K.M.
Head In The Ground:
Twisted upside down
Feet dangling in the sky
As I inhale the dirt I buried myself in.
Cold and hard to breathe.
But the ground is where I ended up.
Not colliding with in a short jab,
Designed to wake me up.
No.
Shoved deeply into until I dry wretch mud.
Decomposing with the rest.
Inhaling dirt until I
Am nothing but
Dirt.
~J.K.M.
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1. An Implication (Poetry)
PoesíaPoetry for humanity. A collection of thoughts. An array of poetry displayed in raw light. "For what it's worth, not even words can explain the complications in ones head." ~J.K.M.
