"jibble" poems
I eat my feelings in a spoonful of concentrated milk
Powdered milk
A pound of peanut butter
A bit of butter and sugar
Sugar, sweet sugar
Binge binge binge
Till my eyes become wet
"Eyorgasm" from food I collect
In my belly they move, they dance
Jibble, dribble, floppy cheeks
Sadness, deep as the hole I scrunched in the sand years ago
Repentance creeping throughout bread crumbs glazed atop shaky fingers
Glaze, pastries, oily eyelashes trembling, drizzling wet puddles of salt
Drowning, me, sorrows into the ocean I've become
Drowning, still, incomplete, a worm, floating in and out of my ears
From right to left, right to left, right left, left, left, right, left and then
Lighting strikes ten thousand miles from another sphere
Half of a worm gets stuck in the rear
Realisation (Trak! Poom! Pow!)
Je suis une pomme pourrie
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 2:09 AM UTC
I feel pathetic
for caring about someone
whom I call my own
but I feel so soft trying to call for them.
Excuse after excuse
made up words and jibble jabble
every made up word
could not make up
how I feel right now
I know we're made to care
but I care too much for you
and you could give less
for me
And what breaks my heart is
I don't want to talk to you
because every time with you
it's always my fault.
Everything's always my fault.
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 4:07 AM UTC