I Hate Poetry, But Here Are My Poems

[↫mars↬]

An icy inscription itched on an inky internal eye
Incredibly indicating if, ands, or buts.

A soulful sigh sought something sort of sane
Sorrowfully siding with demise.

A nation needing normalcy numbs its nimble narcs
Nastily naming in the blame game.

[↫mars↬]

I'm living in a fog
My sight glazed over with a slight milky white tint
Head throbbing from tired eyes hoping to gaze at something more meaningful than a screen
My three years old prescription sits on my face, chipped and useless
A body near lifeless, unmoving for hours on end
Legs and arms slouched, spread across the couch creating a me-shaped dent
The fan ruffles my hair, but fails to disperse the fog
I'm living in a fog, and there is no escape.

[↫mars↬]

As a kid we learn all about ROY G. BIV
About how he's God's promise to never flood again.
Yet the truth is held far form our eyes
In a spectrum of color, a glorious disguise.

Violet is violence and an edge of pain
Indigo is insecurity while blue is blame
Green is greed, as we all know
While orange is how much we owe
Yellow is love while regret is red
A reminder of how someday we'll all be dead.

Now tell me again how ROY G. BIV is a promise
To never flood us or hurt us or pain us
The world is pain and lest you forget
God's love is yellow while his regret is red.

[↫mars↬]

I sit at the bottom of the ocean
By choice?
I didn't choose this situation I must be in.
But I'm not drowning.
The days I'm counting.
Months.
Years?
Fears.
Yes.
This ocean I'm in is full of fears.
And the floor I sit on is made up of doubt.
The air in my lungs is time.
This is my anatomy.

[↫mars↬]

Here, I am truly alone.
No one to hear my screams, to read my thoughts, to hold my hand.
Here, I am truly alone.
Screaming into a void of various shades of green.

Here I can yell:
I AM QUEER
and no one will hear me

Here I can yell:
I WANT TO LOVE WHO I AM BUT I CAN'T
and no one will hear me.

Here I can yell:
ALL I WANT IS TO MAKE QUEER FRIENDS BUT I CAN'T
and no one will hear me.

Here, I am truly alone.
No one to hear my screams, to read my thoughts, to hold my hand.

If somehow someone does come across this, know that I am okay.
Truly, I am okay.

Sometimes, I need to be truly alone.