two poems

alot going on... two little phhtt poems for you that i word vomited out


Too busy to check the computer,
Too busy to answer my phone
Too busy to see who’s at the door
Too busy to get stoned
I’m busy brushing my teeth
Brushing my teeth furiously To rid my mouth of the scent of you
Your voice still echoing and bouncing around my absent mind
I taste the blood from my gums and put my weapon away
Leave the cold room with too many mirrors
Showing too many reflections of me,
Every single one of them alone




I’m a certain kind of odd
The kind that doesn’t cry
I go for long drives
I’m a certain kind of crazy
Painting, drawing, writing
Angry sarcastic laughing
I’m a certain kind of insane
Too picky and too open
Too forgiving and too lost
I’m a certain kind of something
Looking for a certain kind of understanding
To let me be free to be
Wonderfully mentally gone