lost and found

the medicinal use of words have long become immune
play and scream rehashed misfortunes
fuck you hardcore
for making me become socially inept
fuck you literacy
for making me hate myself

clouds

no matter how bad the itch
the scratch provides the temporary relief
lotion can sooth it over
the medication can cause a rash
but you never can flea me

i saw you

every word spoken makes a foul sound
a flock flying yells constantly
our name
worthless, upon our ears
i had wished you didn't hear it first
long gone, now far south
i still hear our name
and it sounds so much sweeter
now that you aren't here to agree