The Irony In Burning A Match At Both Ends:
Like a flame lit at two ends,
Racing to a timely end,
Destined to burn
And wether that entails being suffocated or not
We don't know yet.
Let's just hope
The irony won't be lost on us
If we burn out from being lit
At two ends.
~J.K.M.
Innocence Lost:
A hazy stir that wakes me at the best of times,
Bruised skin against
Rough lips and rougher teeth.
Peace of mind for a handful
Of sweating hours.
Innocence lost.
Or was it even there to begin with?
~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.