Joe Gibson : Writing

Cigarettes

Cigarettes

A Poem by Joe Gibson


CigarettesBullets lined her teethsheltering her intentionsa tongue tied to a grenade pinwaiting to blow memetaphorically ,of courseif looks could kill..
Made of glass

Made of glass

A Poem by Joe Gibson


Made Of GlassWe’re all so fragileand easily brokenglass hearts pump shards of life through a hollowed vesselwhat's the purpose of breathing if y..
In This Box

In This Box

A Poem by Joe Gibson


In This Box paint me a rainbowwith shades of greysand hues of blackssmeared on a nightclub napkinuse trembling fingersand blurred visionas the fire si..
Perks Of Being A Dull Flower

Perks Of Being A Dull Flower

A Poem by Joe Gibson


The Perks Of Being, A Dull FlowerShe said she’s always wanted to f**k a poetmine never come trueso who am I to deny dreams?deviated words slithe..
The Sandman

The Sandman

A Poem by Joe Gibson


Enjoy
Perception

Perception

A Poem by Joe Gibson


Enjoy
Id, ego, Superego

Id, ego, Superego

A Poem by Joe Gibson


A friendly conversation
Nine o' Three

Nine o' Three

A Poem by Joe Gibson


You decide the ending

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