Playing Around

It's like he was falling,
down
down
down
down
and somewhere in
the middle they met
up
up
up
up
and she was coming,

*This isn't really a poem I just like fooling around with the words and shapes.

Bullet Hole

Is this invisible?
My red heart.
Is this invisible to you?
Something broken in two?
The pieces at your feet.
It's your choice now,
for how could someone pick up the pieces of
their heart without having the heart to do it?
Two pieces that were once a whole.
I am now nothing but a dead soul.
But could I be your dead soul?
It's your choice now,
pick up my pieces or
leave me with this gaping bullet hole.

"But where's the key?"

Anxiety built upon society.
In an never ending torrent.
"...will you?"
"...have you?"
"...can you?"
Anxiety banished by a sercret society.
With locked up gates.
"...I will."
"...I have."
"...I can."
but can you find the key?
This anxiety built upon society.
With little or no sobriety.
Banished by a secret society.
But where's the key?