Burnt Coffee:
Sour and almost undrinkable
But manageable none the less.
They continue to sip the charred beans,
Convincing themselves it could be worse.
A wasted time and effort,
So much hope placed on one cup.
Why the fuck am I
Comparing myself to a cup
Of burnt coffee?
I guess in the end,
You preferred to drink tea.
~J.K.M.
Burn My Brain:
I want to burn my brain.
To seer this thing out of my head
To silence the mumbling
That sounds like being stuck in traffic.
I sit there and wait.
Waiting in that traffic for my head to shut up.
For the cars to stop beeping,
For the headlights to stop flashing.
For some fucking silence.
But traffic doesn't stop just
Because you want it to.
I want my brain smouldering into silence
Smoke pouring out my ears
As I find peace
In the burnt remains.
~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.
