Poetry – Day 27

Lunchtime Blues I'm sitting here in my own bubble I'm minding my own business Why do all these people feel like talking to me right now? So you disturbed me to ask me about reality television? I don't watch that mindless ish I just wanted to sit here and listen to my tunes and read … Continue reading Poetry – Day 27

Poetry – Day 28

What Lies Beneath It starts with the chafing of the skin The flesh is slowly removed inch by inch The tender tissue exposed Oxygen hits and the tissue stings You cut my flesh with your judgments Your words slice razor thin through each vessel connected to my heart I'm sure you believe your thoughts are … Continue reading Poetry – Day 28