"Well Time Hospital Stay Good Job Kid"

[Tabitha]

Untitled #37 – Just Imagine

Living a life that's unknown to me
harries my head, threads thought, squares spine.
The vines in my hand soon become spine
An itch in my throat, up comes a bee.

I walk a ways and come to a tree.
A much needed rest is soon what I find.
With closed eyes I see bugs on my mind;
Technicolor turtles offer me tea.

There in the woods, I can see my wife.
Shouting at me to do what I'm told;
Graveyards need checking before they are sold.
Windex in hand I run with a knife.

If only the stonely weren't so dead.
Dancing with skeletons isn't as fun,
Till you take them out; they melt in the sun.
I fear to fear what I already dread.

Awake; dry blood, tubes up my nose.
Tight white jacket strains me from moving.
A voice says, “No. nothing to eat this evening.”
I recognize her, a friend I suppose.

[Kristen.]

Shit, i love the way you write. It makes me think and gives me vivid pictures in my head.

[I DONT NEED YOUR SOCIAL LOVE]

you speak of nature in most of your poems. Ha, they are peaceful and almost morbid at the same time. As for I, though, my poems seem to be stuck in a cynical drought. You write well.