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this is my pit of poems

[pitofpoems]

green is not the color of jealousy

jealousy is elaborate but not sophisticated

like the carved clouds of illustrious jade.

clear cut quartz is what it truly is:

a banal boulder.

crushed, it tries its best

to reflect so that one might not detect its emptiness.

[pitofpoems]

choice is consciousness:

subliminal linoleum used to print

the shadow behind you in permanent paint--

lingering, lathering, laid then splattering

[pitofpoems]

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my head said to get to bed,

but the unsaid began and

i ruminate instead.

my soul sinks past my matress springs.

as i lay, my mind is at play.

what did i do wrong today?

[pitofpoems]

less is more Less is best (Always said in digress)

[pitofpoems]

If I could, I would But I can't so I shan't

[pitofpoems]

I’ve got a

view

that’s

skew

[pitofpoems]

Preoccupied mind Won’t let me sleep, But I’m tired inside

[pitofpoems]

Numb thumbs-- Freezing, not Warming up-- Barely dexterous In this frigid frost

[pitofpoems]

I like the way rain drops on a windshield

The rain drops The car’s windshield wipes them away Then repeat Pitter patter of down pour Swoosh of wind shield

It looks like the rain drops in The exact same place every time. Reincarnating the same pattern Of drops on repeat. The rain falls consistently.

However it doesn’t. The rain drops slightly shift After each wipe.

No one notices this. Everyone thinks that rain Is consistent.

I don’t like the way rain drops on a windshield

[pitofpoems]

Walking down the street all lethargic. Weather was so cold it was Arctic. The snow was fresh and kept; no one marked it. But I had to take a step, ‘Twas cathartic.

[pitofpoems]

Don’t apologise With those apologetic eyes; Stop, that look would make An ideological man cry And bring tears to his Socially programmed eyes.