Short Poems For Short Minds

Written poorly By James D Simmons

[wnq-writers]

I wish I could live a life without time, money, age, race, gender, religion or pointless people, so I could grow and know myself for everything that I am.

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[poemsfromjames]

I wish i could live a life without time, money, age, race, gender, religion or pointless people so i could grow and know myself for everything i am.

[poemsfromjames]

I just want a kiss

I feel like I'm choking myself with my own hands clenching brittle throat blocking breaking and speeding up life begging for breath upon my own doing waiting for prying hands to release mine and make me breathe through my nose from time to time

[poemsfromjames]

A demon

I’m the reaper of death Im always with a sickle Chop down the grass And bag up nickels Shotgun to the chest I’ll make it crucial You don’t know me well But you know I’m sinful Quiet mouth But far from little Rotten past Questionable future And in caught in the middle Talking life away It’s all very simple Go completely mental Cold steal to the temple A finger pulls the trigger And the second temple gets bigger Suicidal thoughts on the interior You’re pretty close now And I wouldn’t get nearer Cause I’m the reaper of death I couldn’t make that clearer

[poemsfromjames]

Do over

I have an old soul but a young body that I fill with toxins to push my body closer to a new body. I have young skin with a spirt full of sin that lives without fear of death. Because every death is also a birth even if it's not on this earth.

[poemsfromjames]

My heart was born broke. You could of fixed it but you choked.

[poemsfromjames]

After all this time i still can't get you out my mind I fight the urge to talk to you daily but your indecisiveness told me not to chase you sadly

[poemsfromjames]

Me

Preach to me. As if it will change What life means to me Speak to me As if I was not different We all love equally Look at me As if I was the last sunset You see peacefully Listen to me As if it was the second time You heard your favorite song Love me Like no other can love me

[poemsfromjames]

Happiness

[poemsfromjames]

My mind has been set free, honestly it has been returned to me. Snapped back into my skull returned in full. A small case of harsh reality.

[poemsfromjames]

Sleep

I stepped out of the shower after a long and stressful day. The warm water has one my muscles down to my bones in my body had become heavy. I was ready for sleep. I did not bother to put on my clothes cause I had just washed my whole bed set. Nothing is more comfortable than laying naked in a clean bed.

My room is dark. My eyelids are shut. I am at bliss. I start to feel myself drifting away and I snapped my mind back to reality. You see most people take sleep for granted. I’m afraid to sleep. I’m afraid of my mind. When I fall asleep I am taking to a place I don’t want to be.

I find myself in my mercury. I find myself with my foot on the floor. I find a gas pedal in between my foot and the floor. I see rows of houses on each side of the road. I see three digits on my speedometer. The house looked like nice families lived there. The type of place where race lives peacefully.

Here I am with too much beer in my stomach that I need. I’m drunk. Here I am with Shooms messing with my mind. I’m high.

The only things I can see on the road are living. Mothers, fathers, sons, and daughters. Whole family just getting ripped to shreds by my mercury. The one that is blue is now dark red with the blood from the melting pot.

I lack confidence. I lack drive. I lack energy. I lack will. All because of my paucity of sleep.

[poemsfromjames]

Look past one hundred tulips to see the one cocklebur and you will never be satisfied.

[poemsfromjames]

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Back seat sitting with my sanity in the front. Glare from the salt covered glass pierce my skin. I am comfortable.

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The girl I can't have

Like a redwood she grew tall. Like a redwood she was strong. A young tree with its head in the clouds. The more I think about her the more I think of the beauty of nature. How could her skin be clear of marks like a fresh layer of untouched snow and just as visited. I would catch myself staring at her boobs like a bored boy in high school watching the fly on the wall. At first sight of her stomach I would think what a perfect daycare. She had the pussy men dream of. Saving it like a toy a kid didn't open so they could sell it for later when it's gone up in value. I couldn't seem to find the end to her legs and still in hot pursuit to the yellow tape. Distance keeps me lonely. I'll just smile at your pixels and laugh at your words. If life wasn't so demanding you'd be in my arms. Life is controlling, I'll try to break grip before you slip. Before you become a goddess.

[wnq-writers]

I just want to feel something. All I feel is nothing. Huffing and puffing dreaming about the finish but hardly getting a start. Then comes the rude remarks. Swinging chainsaws in the dark.

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[poemsfromjames]

I would like to tell you how beautiful you are like I have many times before But A smile doesn't come across ur face like it had many times before

[poemsfromjames]

Chainsaw

I just want to feel something When all I feel is nothing Huffing and puffing Dreaming about the finish But hardly getting a start And then comes the rude remarks Swinging chainsaws in the dark