"seps" poems
Excess molars fill my swollen mouth
My jaw cannot take it
Saliva seps out of my guns
Hoping for some
Soothing salvation...
My teeth grow as I type
Expandingexploding
Until my tongue and gums are absorbed
And turn to fire to match
All that I'd left is
Far roo many
Massive molars
Jun 15, 2010
Jun 15, 2010 at 8:00 AM UTC
Sitting alone, in the booth at the back of the tiny diner. Staring aimlessly out if the window, watching, observing, earth's nature. Sad-looking eyes, slumped over shoulders. Not one word seps out of her slightly frowning mouth. She sits as if she were a statue, her eyes glued to the fascinating window.
Blue.
But beautiful.
A boy carrying the same color of blue, walks into the diner. Scans the room, avoiding any eye contact. Until he saw the reflection from the window of the sad-looking blue eyes of the mysterious girl, sitting alone. Walks over to her booth, and the color of their shared sadness evolves into a brighter blue, the mysterious girl finally looking up, the boy staring into her beautiful sad eyes.
And he thinks he sees her smile.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 7:03 PM UTC