Meow

So, I just wanted a place to put some of my poems, I don't really know about their quality, but I generally like them. Feel free to critique, I won't be offended. To start out, here's one that I like.

I've grown insensitive to these
needles piercing my
back one thousand times per minute
staring at your bed
not looking into those pale muggy eyes
she says you have that
God-like stare
everyone else has something
more important to look at
this is a normal everyday occurence
run of the mill
light and sweet kind of shit
now all I have is this
elephant encrusted memory and
those eyes

I am not sure if I want to write what my poems are about, I will leave them as is, and if there is an interest in meaning feel free to comment.