All my current non-direct oc Poems! (Patreon)

So, i've been writing poems. i've generaly always liked the artform, but never really saw an "in" i always thought all poems needed to be rhymed and beutiful or whatever and it got in my way. I actually very fond of the ones ive made here, i'm hesitant to post them on tumblr at the moment.  let me know which is your fave! BUTAs i was writing more details of a game i wanted to make, i thought of some of the collectibles that'd be less helpfull but interesting to find just on their own in the game, and since the world i made is full of artists, i thought of a simple one! Lost poems!Hidden around you'd find poems that belonged to people you'll likely never meet, or even know. it's contextless! and yet contextfull? either way. i was still writing the poems *i* wanted to. i'm not adhering to the idea that this isnt mine, but im using the game context to write whatever the hell i want, since any individual could have written any of these. Anyways, i'll write the title of the poem before the poem, and them the poem itself. i'll put divisions inbetween them so you can tell them apart. these are not ALL the poems i have, but some of my favorites! i had other ones i wrote for a diff context, i'll make a separate post -v- please tell me your fave! Aaanyways without further adooo:Watch what you eat.There you stand on a hallway of flesh. The meat is bare, warm and fresh. The meat is twitchy, pulsating and long. whats wrong, parasite ate your tongue? // // // // // // Finding youCan i find something i don't know? Can i reach a place i cant go?  Can i stop loving you?         No. // // // // // // Unforgivablehow do i apologize to my younger self for not going to the moon? // // // // // // Peaceall i need Is a good days rest. Find me a girl And lay on her breast. // // // // // // Mementoall that is left of me is this // // // // // // I shouldn't have made this. I couldn't even make it rhyme.How can i make my pain beautiful to justify it's existence? how can it be ethereal, speak to everyone, shock them with it's honesty? Am i doing it now? is my pain even unique? does it have to be? // // // // // // What can i do?There's a hole in my heart that's meant for you. I don't know what to do // // // // // // Loserafter a long day i can finally eat. my favorite dish, soup, and its neat! And there i stand feeling like a dork-- my only utensil available is a fork. // // // // // // Direct actionAnd with a swift punch to the nose I bring our argument to a close.// // // // // //Downi stand on the edge of the abyssSomething is amiss.i reluctantly look down down, down, down, down, down, there's something moving nowAnd i am afraid to drown