Pick At Poems - Poems about Pick At

...What can I say I dream about dead things Skeletons in my closet Hanging on hangers with names of people I no longer know They whisper remnants of the past Of times that were filled with laughter......Read the rest...

...unknown like undress into a once was state tangle ~ to become ~ risk unbecoming... lightning bolt struck skull constricted round to oval then forgotten - of course......Read the rest...

...I was travelling once I witnessed the green the most beautiful thing i had ever seen in this bubble within this country. in this bubble within this country where the sky is painted blue and th......Read the rest...

...I am my mother’s verbal punching bag. When she has a bad day, I pay the price. I can’t stop her daily verbal attack, Because nothing I do will e’er suffice. The things she says are unforgivable......Read the rest...

...The knife is against your throat and I don't think I'd regret it Stop picking at my skin Pull your teeth out of my neck Leave me somewhere between life and death Pain and emotionless Good t......Read the rest...

...The auld fella’s auld fella left the tech after Ripening for sixteen summers. Camden-Wagon-Gravity landed a shovel and a pick at his lonely boots. ‘DIG’. he knew that Language. and by God di......Read the rest...

... Dentist appointments cause me to linger, Someplace betwixt dread and the blackness, Fright’s version of despair, Wistful and aching with silent prayers, Silent, silence, soundless – still, ......Read the rest...

...Travel once on a haunted train, a taste may make you lose your mind; Railroad tracks leave the world behind dismantled boxcars keep rolling; Phantom mouths continue screaming, they show you tic......Read the rest...

...Some way from the Firth of Forth A shoal of glittering mackerel Swirls and sways Swells with the sea from silver to black Flashes white and back to silver and grey A......Read the rest...

...Shattered shards of a broken kaleidoscope Scattered and taped together Different visions Black and white Full and empty I’m not human My face is twisted into a smile stretched thin My so......Read the rest...

...My overthinking mind means I need to express the first verse is just metaphor The poems that I write I hope will heal like wounds Scratching out the hurt And letting the air get to it ......Read the rest...

...There are faces that stare out of an inner dark that are featureless and have no name. They haunt memory, some prodding a nerve sending a regret off in search of a home. Others pick at a wo......Read the rest...

...A hungry cat might pick at a rat But she'd prefer to feast on a fish Whereas a dog refuses 'puppy chow' If he espies some meat on a bone As for me, I'm not picky ......Read the rest...

...I scratch symbols out of a matted beard. Fingertips as smooth as wave-worn pebbles rattle on an invisible shoreline, the sound is a kind of speech a language that only spume and spray understand.......Read the rest...

...My maths teacher said I'll be nothing, Algebra and calculus caught me dozing. My Chem teacher condemned me too, For chemicals sent me straight to the loo. In physics I was called dumb, For ......Read the rest...