Sick Games:
This urge to compete that eclipses you,
Of which you seem to think
Corrodes me,
Is a game that only affects you.
I have no need
To prove myself to something
That drains my soul.
The sick games you're playing,
Have no rules
No determined winner
And nothing to gain.
And I'm not looking to cheat,
I'll admit defeat
If that's what you need.
~J.K.M
Open Curtain:
I leave the blinds open at night
As if something might happen.
As if,
It's an open invitation to the world
Screaming that I'm here
That I'm still goddamn here.
But it's not like you're going to see
An open curtain
Halfway across the fucking country.
~J.K.M
YOU ARE READING
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.
