Spring Showers:
I hear you tiny rain
Spattering the tin roof
And calming my brain.
I hear you tiny rain
From the bed that's too big
In the room that's too dark,
My heart that's too heavy.
I hear you
But you never hear me.
~J.K.M.
Nothing Special:
I want to be them, I see them.
They glisten like it's been made for them.
They. Them.
The only words my mind
Seems to know how to
Comprehend anymore.
I always want to be someone else
Because everyone else
Seems to have everything
Worked out so perfectly
While I am nothing.
Nothing special.
~J.K.M.
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1. An Implication (Poetry)
PuisiPoetry 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.
