The short poems get no attention

for surely if it ment somthing you would have written more

surely you ment to add more efffot- I mean WORDS

you need more words

words make a poem

and words take work

so of course the shrot poem means nothing

sense the long poem was more work

stanzas  as mile markers

word counts as  talent meters

my keyboard is worn from all the words typed

the two senteces i pawned over an entire night

my tongue is tired from having to speak so many words

my eyes hurt from scanning over the screen over and over

my souls in pain from having to change

my shortend poems burned

for surely no one would look

would attempt to read or understand the veild

the metaphoted

the cryptic

the true

Im not saying i dislike long poems

for often i see one and read it and read 

asking for and devoring more of the words

im saying no one pays attentionif your scream only  once  or twice

you must yell and shout from night to ngith

banging pots on the wall as you recite

so this is a long poem

watch me add words

fingers

type

all 

nigth

my 

brain 

sobs

my

soul

hurts

the 

eyes

scream

no one pays attention to the short poems\

to shortedn words

and thoughts

so read this one

read the length

and pain i've added for the sake of fitting in

i toss dried pens at the wall

flipping through the dicanary

and buying a thesarus

my thouhts traded for the  words that seem to be the currency

the ones i give to be noticed not matter what they meen

scribbled ink and peiced of my veins around crumpled papper

a trail of the papper that wraps around the earth

this poem is a long poem

watch the word count rise 

watch the mintues increas

and view number inflat as my vocie goes on

but just  so you know  as your so concerned with my words

"Anxeity of a posy"

might have been the last "short" poem 

you ever  get from me