“MeaNmEAn”
An original poem by: Axton N.O. Mitchell
Some days I think I wish
to share a brain with my lover,
a super close friend, even a family member I still speak to.
To be able to share with them the pretty
little thoughts you have
about them at random,
in writing, and visits to your
dreams.
To share a funny
maybe…
Not appropriate, impulsive
response before you swear to only you
you’ll remember to mention it.
And forget within a minute.
Yet the days do come were
your thoughts aren’t so fun.
You begin to think things that
are on the bad side of mean,
out of
Ch
Ar
Ac
Te
R,
and even
obscene.
You are glad the privacy
your brain provides exists.
You cannot control the
thoughts that come and go
Even doing so as they please.
You do not wish to put
the ones without meaning
out for show.
Those will be the ones remembered.
The mean you didn’t mean,
not the
Pretty little things.
you mean and meant to
send to them.
Sealed with love and a hug
to those aforementioned above.
Say it. Don’t spray it.