no point crying

the piece explains its self.

i feel all out of place, like my insides have been switched all

upside down

or like i'm a penguin on the moon or a morse code transmitter on a bus.

we can tap tap away with

d.o.t.s and d-a-s-h-e-s

and yet we are never heard becuase we are on the moon

and sound doesnt travel too well in space.

 

my new favourite word is

enjambment

because i enjoy using it in things that i

write.

 

i got it wrong.

sound doesnt travel in space at all.

which means scenes where the spaceship blows up

and there is this bang, its wrong

because my heart went boom and no one heard

and so they shouldnt hear a spaceship,

whether its in space or not.

 

im sticking pins through my fingers to

remind my skin just how to feel

and im jumping on the shattered glass

after ive spilt the milk just to make the

pain

last

longer.

Author's Note

ignore grammar as per.

Reviews

[J.Black]

Nicely said.

[Michael X]

I really liked this, I always enjoy a skillfully thought out poem tha also brings a laugh with its madness. this was excellent, keep it up

[Krista]

That is really sad. Almost made me cry. It was something I could really relate to quite a bit. I have dealt with pain. I have dealt with life and alot more than most people can handle.