POEM (Everything's Fine)

Fingers still bleeds
Nails still bite
Face still cries
Feet still smell
Eyes still dry
Cough still present
Hair still ruffled
Min still stressing
Lips still chap
Knees still tremble
Dick still hard
Poop and pee still flows
Guess I'm still alive
Guess I'm okay

TELL YOUR FRIENDS ABOUT THESE POEMS (Numb)

Numb, I'm dumb
With disbelief, I succumb.
Undone, my tears can't run
No feeling is worse than none.
Numb, it's stoic regret
Invisible forget
Just let, just let
Go, forgo, control.
The piercing pang
Of silence, and nothing
Silently affecting me

Settling through and through
But never penetrating
My tears fizzle,
In a functionless
Duct.

THIS POEM MIGHT BE IN HERE TWICE (Glaciers)

Ice, melting on a sunset background
Inching towards a subtle change in self.
Go on, until you reach the leaking left.
Pushing, screeching, no halting rest.
Time is perpetual, and all too relative.
Funneling through with endless dawn.
A flash occurs, yet so slowly subsides
                    Absent of glancing eyes.
So fast it moves, paralyzing its motion,
Just an effervescent ocean.
Its essence less and less pure.
A Jewel free, shining, without allure.

READ THIS POEM (Sacrifices)

Such sacrifices laid bare
Naked, trembling.
Squashed by a pedestal,
The prized jewel:
Whole with sharp edges
And weighty consequences.
A coveted worth, more
and increasingly expensive
Because inflationary expectations.
It accelerates past my ability
With two pathways in mind,
Of crumbling downfall
Or infinite and exponential increase,
Neverending in its curved line
that speeds with such great intensity
As to burn a hole in the limits
of mankind.
And what lies beneath?
The charred lamb that bears the brunt
of idealism's lost destination.

I NEED TO BE MORE CONSISTENT WITH POEMS (Feelings Flown)

Where is this feeling?
Flown ably by to the outer limits,
Its crude form shaped to a recess.
I miss it, constrain it
But know not of its past.
I cannot remember these love passions,
that so tenderly brazed my soft exterior
Once beating in a listless rhythm.
I do miss the uncertainty of sociability
But more of loving cherish,
Its beautiful corona swallowed by
Ambition, pride, idealism.
Hopefully it remains intact
So I can feel it once again.
Or maybe it leaks through in another,
Unknown.

A POEM FROM THE MIND (Limits)

The limits of the human mind:
We cannot see, we're therefore blind.
Our touch no feel, emotions naught,
Only yours can you be taught.
The smell of angst, or leaking pleasure
Ties to my nose, bounded by tether.
Bitter despair, your taste unclear,
Confined to mine's own tongue to sear.
The cries down deep, bound by skull
Muttered, faintly, reduced to lull.

POEMS ARE DESPERATE (Despair)

The convalescence of emotion;
Bleeding of the heart
Causes rising of its oceans.
Broken ships of lovers depart,
Leaves fall
Fall turns to winter
Covering broken hearts
That lost love has splintered.
No cure found,
Growing like cancer.
Limitless, no bounds
Questions with no answers
Numbed feelings
Novocaine smothers
Caring eyes directed
Towards depressed eyes receded.
The heart only heals
Through other's heart's beatings.