this jack isn't showing me shit

By NikesRain

words
on a page
turning
churning behind eyes
that see
only inside
emotions
tears in silver
moonlight
ridicule
made for drowning

you are worse than a tsunami to me

metaphors
that drip
in lace
leather bound
and oh so
penned
with a heartstrung
moan
behind a sigh

where can i lose you

purge
these colors
that make me
more than
yet lessening
as they drip
slipping
off my mind's eye
to a palm
that knows
emptiness

i ramble when i'm crushed

infused
with grapes
evicerated
like me
but not quite
enough
wishing the hues
would wash
all the grey
to something
more like
roadkill

so many days i refrained

now

i just don't care

i'm allowed

just this once

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Published on Thursday, August 16, 2012. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

i'm rambling again but oh well

Comments on "this jack isn't showing me shit"

On Monday, February 29, 2016, Drea (1443) wrote:

Your "ramblings" are always amazing. The use of color (or lack there of) just drives this home. I'm always so grateful that I get to read your writes.
On Thursday, August 16, 2012, FadedBlues (2169) wrote:

...it's times like this that we thank that someone who, long ago, invented poetry...