Poems are bullshit unless they are
The warmth of the sun against
My skin, or adrenaline pumping
Through my veins, or the world
Laid out in front of me like a lover
A raging tempest that threatens
To break bones, rip hearts
Leaving bodies broken and battered

The Joker
No one understands
They all laugh
Look at me, with disdain
I am nothing
To them a bug
Inconsequential, ignored
No more
Now you see me
Skin bleached white
Bloody smile, white teeth
My story, scars on my face
Look at what you have wrought
You will know my
Name, scream it from your lips
As you fall
Laughter explodes from me
Why so serious?