The Titles, Read, Like a Poem

Don't try to alter them, or repost it, like a twitter post.

It's got be revealed, in the same way, the world showed me

what it was, when I wrote it down, in my notebooks.

Then online.

Sometimes, on the walls, in my home,

if I couldn't get to my notebooks in time.

I didn't want to lose, the notion.

Premonition, in motion.

Not one single thought.

That's why I have pencil cases, notebooks, of all shapes, and sizes, inside

the ottoman and on the arms of the couch.

More on coffee table tops,

demi-lune and kitchen tables.

More still! Over, on the shelves, where I keep my books.

So I can always write it down.

Every, lyrical, logical, lamentable

need to express my ups and downs.

Every shard of glass that's always cutting smiles into my frowns.

It all reads like a poem.

Whether or not you know them?

The words bleed like cut veins.

Gush, from all the words and ways

I try to loquaciously express my feelings.

Are you reading this?

Do you understand what the fuck I'm saying?

©I.M 👄me (2019)

-- xo--